she cannot get too warm; she is always cold
This granddaughter of mine, with hair so fine.
She is a little shy, introverted, not big and bold
Wearing knitted leg warmers that are mine.
She is bundled up in a sweater bulky and white
wrapped up in a comforter full of duck down too
Will she ever get warm? I wondered that night
The night that the pilot light went out in the flue.
Today was thirty-five degrees,
But cherry trees were blooming
And daffodils have opened,
Right on time, I am assuming.
The sunshine helped offset the temps
So blossoms felt that yearning
To cover all the branches
As the season’s slowly turning.
Most folks were bundled up and yet,
Some short sleeves started showing,
On those who did not mind the fact
That biting winds were blowing.
Since springtime has arrived, it doesn’t
Matter if it’s chilly,
For Nature’s plan does not let
Sprouting happen willy-nilly.
Occasionally, there’s a frost,
But most plants keep surviving
And soon enough, some warmer days
Will keep them gaily thriving.
The city looks so pretty now
And it’s just the beginning,
Yet everybody out there
Couldn’t stop themselves from grinning.
short-haired puppy dogs
bundled up for a quick stroll...
long St. John's winter
Some humans tend to smile
untroubled by the weather forecast - snow coming
others frown
Children don't whine
bundled up, they rejoice with glee
no school.
Dogs ease
tail wags, tongues lick
joy
Some humans tend to smile
bundled up, they rejoice with glee
joy
Minnesota cold a curse and a blessing
invigorating breath-taking
bundled up yet wonder taken in
a call to ice skate until we couldn’t any more
stick-figures arms raised celebration
my girlfriend in fourth grade
or friend
infatuation
a white blanket
glistened under the distant sun
as it stretched across yards
toward untold destinations
the wind against houses a haunting song
sounded like my father’s
off-key singing
my eyes watered
he sang again
a whisper as I walked to the neighbors
an igloo in their front yard
made by a parent’s hands
all the pieces fit
stillness when I went inside
a soft glow through the walls
a warmth felt when left with my thoughts
youthful moments embraced before the season passed
first snow~
mountains bundled up
in winter caps
Blanket Of Snow
Blanket of snow
Your so beautiful
Bundled up in the cold
The sun melts the stars
Your shyness is revealed
Break the ice with a sense of humor
Together close by the fire
The cold brought us together
A new relationship in the winter
Mesmerizing, eyes in blue
Like the faded sky painted Azure
Take a walk in the powdered snow
Love letters in December
Pretty lights dazzle in a small town
The most radiant women, I have found
We can hold hands in the clouds
Ice sickles drip reflections in the wind
In December, new memories begin
A blanket of snow
I just wanted to say hello
Together in the cold
It has always been you, in the winter glow
Rome
they say,
was burning
and its monarch
was playing fiddle...
The neo Neros, today,
pour fuel on the fire-flames...
Caste, color, creed, religion, sect,
Each thing is bundled up as fine fuel
With our dreams, all these burn into ashes.
They give us loud calls to quench the fire.
Dousing the flame, they say, is our task.
Fire might swamp our little huts.
We should just fight the fire.
Isn't this our sole task?
Neros will not stop.
We must lose all.
Homelessly
We must
Roam
“Winter is coming”
I looked at my other, shaking my head
“Darling, it’s Spring”
She just looked at me blankly
“Winter is coming”
I opened my eyes and roll over to the empty spot next to me
The cold breeze had finally arrived
Sending a chill through my veins
Freezing over my heart
These four walls had once contained warmth like a nice summer’s day
Now my only companion is the ice that now surrounds me
Warmth now a delusion
Winter is coming
Had I understood her warning
I would’ve bundled up a lot sooner
Four seasons but I’m the only one who’s changing
Everytime I fall asleep she arrives once again
Swirling around my mind like the Autumn leaves
But for now
Winter is here and it plans to stay.
chill to take my breath away
the tailpipe streamers
this day trip must take place
a cozy talk
heater on sun-strength
Dad bundled up
dust, sweep, mop
clean and sanitize
drop and talk
olives stabbed
martini sipped
Dad dips
his glass
to Mom’s ashes
preheat air fryer
flipping burgers
preheat oven
turning frozen fries
drop and talk
my Dad’s alive
this day trip must end
with tailpipe streamers
wall to wall traffic
and a warm smile
and a hand
as my husband
helps me unload
drop and talk
after I text
my Dad
and he
texts back a red heart
and tells me
he loves me
He was waiting for a promised letter from his Auntie Bea.
He bundled up and ran to the mailbox to check and see.
She always included something special for her favorite nephew.
As he ran toward his destination, his excitement grew.
That’s me! That’s me! His brother said, but it was him instead.
He admired the confidence of baby bro, Little Munchkin Ed.
For the winter carnival bundled up,
frozen breath adds to anticipation;
Steaming cappuccino filling my cup,
the vertex of this warm celebration;
Eliminate the need to be grown-up,
tonight enjoy a childhood fixation;
Indulge yourself in a ferris wheel ride,
an event leaving you all but tongue-tied.
fisherman's net in sea water~
collects sea and moon
winter fog blocks the path ~
snail stays bundled up
soft seat by orange flames ~
the first day of winter
dense fog has been jamming the sun ~
blue earth I miss you
winter evening ~
pursuit for an orange fireplace
no more haiku now~
keyboard needs to be charged
28 November 2024
The snow is falling gentle and fragile
the air is frosty but I am all bundled up
we know how to dress for the cold in Canada
why do the little birds not mind the snow
they chirp a joyful song and move together as one
and on a window ledge pigeons fold their wings
.
last evening bundled up
'round mine
it's peacock blue
warm
cotton serape
and your
neath it
tuck'd
ourn twixt
smiling
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