SNOW

Global warming has had some competition in our area these past few days with continuous blowing snow, and now becoming very cold. But then, who's to know....

SNOW

Snow,

what vision it conjures, 

flakes made of crystals 

no two the same,

falling,

drifting,

gently,

to the earth below, 

blanketing the ground, 

gathering in drifts,

swirled all around, 

obscuring all vision

in whiteout conditions.

We all hunker down, 

waiting,

waiting,

so long it would seem,

for the snow to stop falling

and remove all our fear,

of driving,

of crashing,

of slipping

and falling,

of freezing

and sneezing,

brought on by the snow.

January 18, 2019 EAS

BIRD ON A FENCE

 

I wouldnʼt want to be a bird in the winter 

perched alone on a fence

cold and shivering without a nest 

snow flurries blowing 

furiously

temperature dropping

daylight waning

danger lurking.

No, 

I really wouldnʼt want to be a bird 

in the winter.

No, come to think of it,

I wouldn't want to be a bird at all.

Iʼm happy being me

without the fleas,

the lice,

the mice,

and other birds that arenʼt so nice. 

Itʼs true that being me is,

at times,

not so nice, but

in winter,

itʼs certainly much better

here in my house,

warm as toast,

instead

of perching on a fence,

alone,

without a nest,

with snow flurries blowing,

and temperatures dropping.

No, 

I wouldn't want to be a bird 

in the winter.

January 19, 2019 

EAS