Blizzard is coming
Hailstorm is drumming
How we longed to be wetter.
We’ve been in a drought
We prayed the calm out
Now comes turbulent weather.
Batten the hatches
Prepare the caches
White rage threatens our safety.
Will eating snow bursts
Appease our mad thirst?
Freezing adds to the crazy.
Time, be of the essence!
O spark of head and heart!
Fate and Fortune, Chaos, Chance!
Anoint, O my art!
Will, be with me! Stand and hold!
Glow in fiery cold!
River bottom, hast thou gold?
Underneath the mold...
Glass, clear vision, futures sought.
Slice of seer's trade, tell.
Flicker, form of friend? We ought?
Brightly rung the bell.
Eagle, lend thy mightiness!
Coyote, thy tricks!
Heaven and Hell, say God bless!
Priest, thy crucifix!
Questions trapped in wrinkled time?
Cane or cone or crime?
Yule! The choice of sung sublime!
Draped upon the dime...
Trillium flower of decay!
Shine upon the bay!
Dynamite, discord, dismay!
Point me out the way!
When we seek, we're sought? Well... Hail.
Prisoner, pay bail!
Drape thy life, O garbage pail!
Afford not to fail!
Carrion crow, about me caw!
Dread not, O my saw!
Thorn within the lion's paw?
Stab them 'neath the jaw!
Friendless is this wizard!
Thus look thee not away!
Blow and blanket, O blizzard!
Doom and Death, thy day...
I watch the harbor through the falling snow
the sky and sea form one vast, gray tableau
the sun is nothing but a weak, background glow
the scene draws me, as if hypnotically.
Five mile’s lighthouse warnings go unvoiced
its strobes not lashing out, so what’s its point
it stands majestically but disappoints
replaced electronically
A tiny lobster boat makes its landward way
towards the inlet from the wider channel bay
a powdery blizzard is underway
which melts into the mirror sea.
Ospreys still hunt round the lobsterman's pride
snowflakes stain them as they soar and glide
other seabirds huddle side by side
shivering and crowing lividly.
Through the narrows the lonely boat steams
past icy Luddington Rock and East Breakwater's breech
its berths and moorings, within minutes reach
and sadly, it’s time for me to leave.
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Songs for this:
Far Far Away (Charles Tone Mix) [feat. Brenda Boykin] by Tape Five
Hypnosis Theme (feat. Marina Quaisse) by Wax Tailor
Blizzard of seventy-eight
Paralyzed USA’s middle state of Indiana
Not as awful as the great blizzard of 1888
Which dropped fifty inches of snow in three days
Even blizzard alley
Minnesota, North and South Dakota
Did not suffer from these two record
Monster blizzards
It’s not so cold, the young sailor lied
His toes fell off, in front of his pretty bride.
I’ve seen worse, the brave lass said.
She caught pneumonia, so now she’s dead.
Grandpa fought the blizzard, his tombstone stated.
Snow is not so bad, kind of overrated.
Grandma visits his grave and shakes her head.
Wondering why she has to go on without her Ed.
quivering shivering land of white
freezing and squeezing with icicles bright
sparkling ice everywhere in sight
monster blizzard, a husky’s delight
Kansas City is having a huge winter blizzard
my dogs are hibernating
sleeping deader than black bears
cold nose-chilling wind is whistling
woodland creatures are in hiding
monster storm of twenty, twenty-five
do not expect another one for a hundred years
a few newborns might see the next one
but not me, and probably not you
blizzard on the brink
everyone is stocking up
weather sequestered
anticipation
eight to ten inches of snow
unmoving traffic
The sleigh glided through heavy snow
Santa was worried about the blizzard blow
When suddenly Rudolph stubbled, his leg amiss
The reindeer sighed to see their leader down
The North Pole wore a worried frown
Elf doctors worked with healing care
Santa looked on distraught
While backup plans filled the frosty air
The sleigh, now powered by a magic spell,
Would soar through the sky, still chiming bells
Rudolph cheered as they started their journey
For Christmas joy would save the night.
Original: It Came Upon the Midnight Clear
It came and went, the blizzard, dear.
The outlandish snow is deep.
Great wall of white buried the dodge,
right where the snowmen sleep.
Can’t find the shovel, dear, so snooze.
Under covers, our buried heads.
Our lips, that snore, are red and blue.
Can’t silence flakes in dreamy beds.
Starlight in the snow...
Feel it's gentle glow...
Call it a feelin...
Deep within my soul!
Starlight in the snow...
Feel Winter's cold...
The future seems unknown.
Your touch completes me...
Feel your grin as we hold.
Your face does not deceive me!
I've found you today!
Starlight in the snow...
Feel it's gentle glow...
Crystalline raindrops...
Deep within my clothes.
Starlight in the snow...
Feel Winter's cold...
The future seems unknown.
Your shine does please me...
Deep in this dark and winding road...
My heart does not deceive me...
I've found you today!
Starlight in the snow...feel it's gentle glow...
Crystalline raindrops...deep within my clothes...
Starlight in the snow...Feel Winter's cold...
The future seems unknown.
A lion, a tin man, and a scarecrow.
Followed Dorothy, beyond the rainbow.
Singing and dancing, they strode,
Along the yellow brick road.
Where an old witch, plunged them knee deep in snow.
1l / 23 / 2024.
They said we’d have snow and, by God, they were right
I’m told that it came down just after midnight
But systems in place and procedures pre-planned
Meant our society could make a stand
They’ve closed all the schools and they’ve cancelled the trains
They’ve banned all the buses from tight country lanes
And all the armed forces are still on standby
While shops have toboggans piled up to the sky
Motorbike riders keep feet near the ground
For fear that black ice they can’t see spins them round
The soup kitchens sprang into life at great speed
So hungry and half frozen people can feed
The snowploughs have been out on duty all night
People took comfort at that very sight
And some will take refuge in local church halls
So we’ll be prepared when that second flake falls
I am the tundra barren cold and numb
A frozen wasteland where no light can reach
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.
In icy silence where no whimpers humb
My thoughts like glaciers grind, erode, and breach
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.
The Amazon within once vital thrumb
Of life and hope now withers out of reach
Between these poles my insatiate self-succumbs.
Anxiety a howling blizzard's sumb
Entombs me deep a creature bleached of speech.
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.
Depression creeps permafrost of my slumb
While echoes of lost joy my soul beseech
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.
Yet in this waste, where all seems overcome
A seed of strength cracks ice defies the leech
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.
Down from North
bitter winds blow,
bearing great clouds
pregnant with snow.
Whirling, swirling,
whipping past,
the blurry blizzard
is scheduled to last.
Way below zero
the temperatures fall –
frostbite a danger
waiting for all.
People shovel
in parkas thick
covered with snow
in just a click.
Coming inside
with frozen toes,
sodden clothing,
and frozen nose
all one wants is a
warm, cozy nook,
cup of hot chocolate
and favorite book.
I’ll stay inside
and watch it blow -
my easy chair is
safe from the snow.
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