The chilling wind begins to
softly sigh,
As golden leaves fall down from
branches high.
Tears from heaven sending a chilling message
It's my day off I should be chillin'
My mind and body are not willin'
To relax because they need
To do chores so I can see
All my errands are about
Getting done as I lounge out
no one can chill as easily as a frog on a ocean liner’s deck
I saw one lounging in a chair, everything as loose as his neck
He was as comfortable as any animal I had ever seen in night air.
Look at that frog! another said. He’s melting without a care.
She knocks on my rib cage
seeking access to my heart again
The knock—the pounding pestle—
taunts, its echo won’t stand to be ignored
I hold my knees and cover my ears
as if that’ll keep my walls untampered
I let my flesh wrap me whole—
so tight I might suffocate,
but I cannot breathe outside this
prison, no—this haven
She’s still here at my door,
holding flowers too vibrant in color—
the amber petals too lifeless for summer
Her indifferent smile, gentle and fair,
yet brings chill to my bones exposed in June air
My teeth knock against each other
tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap—
I want to scream for her to leave
but the only voice made out
was the repeating beat of horror
She’ll eventually enter,
one way or another—
Winter takes up a room in my chest
always waiting to host her.
When not out clubbing
hey-ho the merry oh
at night with the Inuit
I suspect by intuit
an intrepid Inuk named Nanook
a-hunting walrus he would go
with his trusty harpoon
traipsing 'cross the ice and snow
then when paddling afloat he went
in the harsh Arctic environment
to keep out the bitter cold and damp
in the very bottom of his boat
there was a fiery seal oil lamp
which eventually burned a hole
and without trace into oblivion he sank
with nothing to mark the place
in those deep dark blue depths so dank
even so who can ever forget
this tall tale chilling yet true
as his demise to the pithy proverb gave rise
'You can't have your kayak and heat it too'
I find the coldest of winds move me the least -
As I brace for frigid agony.
I stand as stone, almost deceased -
Ironically enough amongst ebony.
We wish for warmer times, warmer winds,
A time where we could run about trees,
It’s like a punishment to have those memories,
As we slowly pass while we freeze.
Then when those warmer winds come we forget,
We pretend that the cold winds never existed.
It’s not ‘til amidst the cold we regret,
To be outside in a frozen storm, twisted.
Ice pops and cold brew in a gust,
twice shy but always I’m bitten;
Price is right for the richest high,
spice swirled in leaves a gal smitten;
Cheat code for a frosty blizzard,
treat black ice until it’s melting;
Heat isn’t just born in a fire,
beat that fever with spine-chilling.
I lifted my head,
The sky was ahead.
Filled with stars like feelings’
Of me and the weather was chilling.
I roam around as round as,
I could explore the land as,
Was my last desire,
Of me and the situation was chilling.
The water jumping off the land
It was like, someone pushed.
The droplets were like pearls’
The feeling was just good and they were chilling
A silent world, a watery space,
Where shadows dance and light takes chase.
A soft, warm home, a cosy nest,
Where tiny limbs find gentle rest.
The world outside, a distant hum,
A muffled beat, a muffled drum.
But here, it's quiet, calm and deep,
A peaceful slumber, secrets to keep.
The baby floats a weightless dream,
In amniotic fluid, a silver stream.
No need for worries, no need for strife,
Just gentle rocking, a blissful life.
A tiny hand, a tiny foot,
Exploring space, a gentle loot.
The umbilical cord, a lifeline strong,
Connecting to the world, where it belongs.
The mother's heartbeat, a steady beat,
A lullaby, a comforting treat.
The baby listens, knows no fear,
Just love and warmth, oh so near.
The world outside is a distant call,
But here, it's safe, within this wall.
Awaiting the day, the time to come,
When the baby's journey has begun.
So, chill, little one, in your watery bliss,
Let the world outside, just kiss
Your dreams with whispers, soft and low,
For now, it's just you, and the gentle flow.
it’s such a modes
hint of fall yet it is just
spring time cause cooling
chill the breeze April
it is so now spring season
so can’t tell winds blows
spring time so cool now
seemingly like October
autumn metaphor
4/26/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Dark clouds fill the horizon.
sweeping through the sky
like soldiers going to battle,
layers and layers of clouds
spreading all around hunkering
in th ground where destiny is bound,
I can feel the wind chill in my back.
and the mad trees running around in the breeze.
and the deer’s looking for shelter underneath the bridge.
the horses and the mules are looking confused.
and they escape to higher ground.
the mad wind sets in ripping off roofs.
rooting up trees, smashing cars
and breaking down barricade doors
it dumps tons of water onto waste land.
flooding roads, villages and town
forcing the people to leave their homes.
and shelter in the railway town
and over in the other State a white
mountain stood boldly at the gate,
but there was no one to make the snow man.
Christmas has come and gone.
and the children were not playing on the lawn.
and the thick snow began to
grow and the wild wind began to blow.
you told me that it was winter.
when I will have a decent supper
when the water receded
and the snow melts
and they bury all the dead.
the exodus will begin.
bitter cold blankets
covering the blazing sun-
light sparks heat inside
frigid soul breath kiss
vessal warmth pass the marrow
bone chilling cover
12/5/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Frosty cold with a bone chilling wind,
the kind of day to just stay in..
The ground is frozen, crunchy but not slick.
Snow flurries blowing but none seem to stick.
Winter's throes arrived too quick..
In the heat of summer, just chilling
Ice cream so delicious, so thrilling
Feeling like winter’s ice
Cold that sure does entice
The trick is to keep it from spilling
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