Not a sliver of green to be seen on the land,
The damp heathered slopes portray the dull shades of tan.
"Oh, it’s not so bad," my friends do proclaim,
"At least the day’s sunny, we could be drowning in rain."
But the jest falls short, as we look to the sky,
White flakes are descending, and the wind whips on high.
"I could live with the rain," I exasperatedly bemoan, “but at this time of year, do we have to have snow?!”
So I’ll bundle up warmer, for a few days longer yet, and grumble about the tan grass, and the muck and the wet.
For spring is patient, it comes not at my behest,
And my hope for green things will someday manifest.
mid-fall
cold snap
low temps
hard slap
bold winds
blowing
hoarfrost
glowing
frigid
fall days
missing
sun’s rays
forecast
heeded
thick coats
needed
last leaves
falling
winter’s
calling
Orange month is the scary month, the month that we have Halloween and pumpkins are a lot of themes.
Orange month, is fun, we dress like scary stuff and eat a lot of pumpkin stuff, like pumpkin latte, or pumpkin pie, making us happy with the filling of pumpkin high.
Orange month is the theme, making us want to walk around and see all the scary themes.
Orange month is some people, because they are named the orange people, maybe because of their coloring or their ways, of being scary and making us feel afraid.
Orange month can be fun, we can go to the fair, and enjoy all the rides, eat our favorite foods, and pet the animals, making us make memories that last forever.
Orange month, is so much fun, it starts a new season, and we see all the trees, change their colors. Making us see that life is so bright and colorful.
Orange month is so cool, the temperature goes very low, it makes us were a hat, and bundle up with our warm stuff.
Orange month we love you so, you make our month fill with glow, like a pumpkin that is lit up, we feel so happy, like we are also aglow.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always in thought.
Outside snowflakes fall and my world is full of snow,
so, I bundle up warm and for a winter walk I go.
The snow is drifting and the wind is chilly,
but as I stroll I am full of Christmas tranquility.
I love seeing all the homes so brightly decorated,
always amazed at the imagination folks created.
Strolling along I am enjoying the Christmas lights,
at every corner there are more enchanting sights.
At home, odd balls and things fill my Christmas tree,
and in a cozy chair I curl up with a hot cup of tea.
I listen on the radio to some old Christmas tunes,
and dream . . . I do that often on snowy afternoons.
I’m sitting on my lawn chair
Outside the night is cool
I hear the trees swaying
The breeze chills my skin
It knocks on my hippocampus
Am I here or where it blows?
Breeze, you are timeless
From queens to divas, the same
You carry me back to my childhood
You go from high to my lows
You leave me bereft as you leave
You come at my like a windmill
Alone I’m ash on your windy night
It takes a Starry Night like tonight
It takes a Van Gogh to go with you
I would go mad like the wind
I would chase that lonesome boy
I would ride his Sirocco to him
But I am too sane to be a zephyr
Enough wind, it’s time to go in
Make sure the windows are closed
No wind, you can’t get to me
No, you will not breeze through me
The nostalgia you profess is shuddered
The lonesome boy is here within
I wish you would take him with you
But, that would mean we are you
When I’m dust we’ll both join you
We’ll chase the highs to lows
Come and visit me next time
I’ll bundle up and be ready
Just in case you carry me away
I won’t repeat what Vincent did
When he met you on a …
Starry, starry night
A time to chill like the frosted air
bundle up with hats and scarfs
While nature gives its animals fur and thick skin
Our fat we so not as well cherish
But that deep sleep like the bears
Comes when the house is so cool
What is it about icy chilly air
That sends me into a drool of slumber
The fresh scent of cool linen
Beneath my warm grandma quilts
It's inviting and hospitable
You want to linger in luxury
To cast away winter chores
like shoveling snow I rather
Warm my toes by the fire
melting marshmallows for smores
And nurse hot drinks
The flip side of summer
Is the warm fuzzy rituals
We create only in winter.
We stay up late to watch the Perseid meteor shower,
late for us now being after 9.
We end up moving our individual lawn chairs to separate parts
of the front lawn,
apparently more interested in our individual views of the heavens
than our proximity as a couple.
We see no meteors
as we watch the stars begin to appear,
but three satellites pass overhead
in less than a minute,
and this makes me feel some wonder
at what humanity has accomplished.
You then go inside
as I start to doze
and return with word that the internet astronomers
have pronounced 4am as the prime viewing time.
So off we go to bed and sleep.
At 4 I wake,
bundle up in an old bathrobe,
and head out into the star covered yard.
Eventually you follow
and we watch as several meteors shower past in as many minutes.
Content that we have seen it,
although definitely less impressed than we remember,
we head back to bed
and sleep.
(for Carol - 8/13/23)
There’s a blizzard outside
Wanna’ go for a ride?
With toboggans and sleighs
And drifts that amaze
So we bundle up tight
And head out with delight
The winds are so brisk
We evaluate the risk
After our ride
We head back inside
The hot chocolate’s now hot
We sip down a lot
There’s a blizzard outside
The winds howl and chide
“Stay by the fire,
And avoid my ire!”
Hail to December! – a magical month, indeed,
like no other in the calendar,
When neighborhoods come alive with lights
and decorations to remember,
Reindeer on roofs with Rudolph in the lead,
Street corner Santas ring bells,
Folks bundle up tight and take in the sights.
Main street churches feature a nativity scene
with a manger and animals
to honor the Savior born on Christmas day
almost lost in the annals,
While local stores focus on raking in the green
Carolers, becoming a thing of the past,
Singing “The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.”
Written December 1, 2022
Does March ever quit
to be the wildest month?
Isn't its fury a serious threat
to the crows who munch
on anything, they can find?
We bundle up not to catch a cold,
saving a trip to the doctor's office is so smart;
Grandma always said, " To keep warm:
wear your woolen scarf, gloves, and hat!"
I listened to her warning as a good kid should;
can granny's advice misinform?
It's time for the shovels to come out
of the storage room, I'm the first
to grab one; every morning I shoveled snow
that was two feet while the frightened neighbors
watched me from inside their frosted windows;
I screamed at them saying," Come out
and join me, more snow is to come! "
But no, they stayed inside enjoying my show!
Do winds blow harder on freezing days in January...
scattering the flocculent snow anywhere they can?
Which one is the fiercest month: February?
They all are winter's bad omen to spread doom,
making us dream about the flowers in bloom;
isn't this harsh punishment more than a ban?
Does March ever quit
it's a dramatic play of self-rage and insanity;
who would challenge it
and halt at once the spiteful winds of frenzy?
l
temps get so cold
icy glare
trees stand bare
cold winds blow
here comes snow
get your skis
feel the freeze
winter takes hold
a nor'easter is on the way
get ready for the storm
bundle up to keep warm
snowman with a scarf on
standing on someone's lawn
snowflakes on window sill
it is silent and still
on such a very snowy day
8-25-2022
Charlie New-Ku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
Take that, you silly people; rain, sleet, wind, and snow.
Two to three feet, knee high, thirty below.
Funny creatures with warm blood can’t handle the cold.
Three years, fifteen, even forty years old.
What do you do; stay shut in, run, bundle up, or pout?
C’mon you wimps, put on your coats; I’m callin’ you out.
It’s only water, partially frozen; what’s there to fear:
You’d come out in shorts and t-shirts if it was ice cold beer.
Called my friend, Mr. Spring; told him, “Stay on vacation.
Mr. Winter’s clockin’ in, so relax and be patient.”
Ms. Summer’s got no desire to even get out of bed.
Fall would rather stay in his room and play instead.
However, Ms. Summer’s so stubborn, she’ll be up by noon.
Mr. Spring won’t come back, so she’ll be here soon.
So, now you people see clearly that you’re not in control.
I’ll get you next year, but, for now, it’s home to the North Pole.
Windy today so hold on to your hair.
Easter is on it's way with snow in the air.
Air filled with pollen so hide for a few hours.
Thunderstorms will bring May flowers.
Hail for tonight so bundle up tight.
Everyday the weather will change to our delight.
Rays of hot sun are very bright.
Date Written: 3/9/2022
Note: Acrostic Rhyme
Not sure but I have been told, I am the first writer to start this type of poem.
I have been writing them for years.
The snow is waiting in the clouds;
The day is raw and bleak
While in Australia, there are crowds
In sunshine, all this week.
I bundle up when I go out,
The coming storm a threat,
Yet tennis players run about
In Melbourne, dripping sweat.
It’s strange the way the earth revolves
And how the seasons flip.
In half the world, the ice dissolves;
The rest’s in winter’s grip.
A few yellow leaves, diminutive bless.
The subtle birth of Fall— my eyes impress.
Verdant green—deep visual for my dreams.
The season’s frisk—Jack Frost snips at the seams.
Soon the froth of frisky leaves, everywhere.
The flamboyant tango, showering flair.
And oh…the burning Autumnal passion—
the sizes and shapes, bittersweet fashion.
I forget my bathing suit, bundle up,
vigorously jump into loving cup
of apple cider, pumpkin pie and leaves.
Season’s change, cheeky-warm, with knitted sleeves.
10/6/2021
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