The sun is out,
The day is about to unfold,
Yet somewhere deep in my bones,
I am freezing.
My eyes drift to my wrist
Only to find I’ve run out of time.
The edges of the world go soft,
My vision blurs,
And the ground rushes up to meet me.
They say the fall is part of the journey.
They say the echoes are just lessons to embrace.
But as I lie here in the dirt,
I want to know
How?
Rumple Stein lit a single
flickering candle, casting
long, spooky shadows across
the cold stone walls.
"High upon the jagged cliffs
stands the forgotten castle of
Blackwood," he told the
shivering children.
"Inside its drafty halls roams
Grimtooth, an evil ghoul with
glowing green eyes and
razor- sharp claws."
The wind roared outside,
rattling the windows as if
Grimtooth himself were
trying to break inside.
He glides through the castle
dungeons, searching for
intruders who dare to touch
his cursed silver."
Suddenly, a low, scraping
sound echoed from the
fireplace, making the children
jump in terror.
"If he catches you, Rumple
Stein whispered, leaning
close, "he freezes you into a
solid stone statue!"
He mimicked a frozen face,
his arms locked stiffly in the
air, making the kids gasp
loudly.
"Only the bravest souls can
outsmart his traps and
escape the castle before the
morning sun."
With a sudden POOF, Rumple
Stein blew out the candle and
laughed, "Sleep tight, little statues!"
freezing rain descends
trees and flowers that had bloomed...
now in ice entombed
my feet are freezing tonight
I cannot get comfortable
I have a snack, drink coffee, have another snack
walk past the sock drawer twice
Play some word games
remember how uncomfortably cold my feet are
think about the sock drawer again
spend twenty-six minutes not walking three feet to the sock drawer
finally break down and put the socks on
now I am comfortable
wondering why I procrastinate?
COLD COLD, COLD COLD COLD
COLD COLD, COLD COLD, COLD, COLD COLD
COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD
The moon is shining,
but not brightly…
A breezy wind gives a shocking vibe,
yet the giant trees are standing straight on the icy floor…
Hello, Lady Maple,
where are your colorful leaves, and do you like this foggy eve?
I love to see my colorful wings...
I love to enjoy the shiny sunrays...
I love to hear the voices of birds...
I gladly accept all tiny creatures’ movements on my branches…
You know, my little puppy,
during this freezing age,
tiny squirrels, chipmunks, and bears are going into deep sleep...
Little birds are taking a long rest...
Trees are also standing as silent giants, hiding a secret for the spring...
The sun is also enjoying his summer…
It means the world is resetting.
That is Mother Nature’s wish.
We all have to accept it…
Then why don’t I like this foggy eve?
colder freezing nights
garden full of frosted blooms
dying insect pile
One Couple Of Days all the summer long,
freezing in our coats sang a silent song,
numbered the stars by the light of the sun,
a miserable week — we had such fun.
On broken legs we were dancing a jig,
we swore off the drink while having a swig,
my tale is a farce and absolute fact,
I'm a stable genius, completely cracked!
pale fondant frosting
crystalizing web to bush ~
chickadee chitters
(October Full Moon – Ojibwe)
midwest freezing rain
nebraska and iowa
natives fear her wrath
But no one is fast enough.
On the roof.
Sheets of ice are fickle.
He tried to hurry.
You shouldn’t climb on the roof.
This winter is proof.
That our hands shake when it’s freezing.
Fixing the roof should have been easy.
Thankfully you fell into the snow pile.
It was scary for awhile.
You got a little scraped up from the fall.
You decided to give your mom a call.
The phone rang.
Like the sound of icicles rang.
As he fell…
He hung up the phone in a hurry.
Somethings need to be fixed quickly.
Others don’t.
Labour of hate
Turn on the heating
It’s getting cold
Why do we shiver?
Just because we’re old
It’s Kier’s labour, who wants us all to die
Said he liked pensioners just another lie
Another lie
Angels are calling
Is this the end
We are elderly
No family or friends
Can’t pay for heating or any of our bills
While Rayner’s cheating, fingering the tills
In the tills.
Reeves bills are paid for
But she’s a millionaire
Rayner is raving
She doesn’t care
Release the sausages, where is his brain
Paying a photographer, Rayner’s so vain
Is so vain
Take all our money
With inheritance tax
Charlie didn’t pay his
He can now relax
Rich becoming richer, Starmer leads the pack
Free clothes and glasses stabbed us in the back
In the back.
David Cox 13/12/24
The native Baikal
Much appreciation 'bout you
In any weather.
Do not be despicable
It is really terrible
How your attitude is being
Your humanity is fleeting
More and more each time I see
Your mannerism, its clearly
Out of control, so out of whack
All you ever do is attack
With words of fury and disgust
That break down and badly bust
Anyone that comes your way
Thinking it is fun to play
With the fragile emotions
Clueless about any notion
How much pain you are inflicting
Or the way it is affecting
The lives you are tearing apart
Where is the love in your heart
Your ice cold and do not know
How this freezing leaves a glow
Of hurtfulness or does it matter
Your about to really shatter
Into a million broken pieces
Everyone who ever reaches
All the iciness inside
The dark pit you always hide
Only coming out when you
Want someone to feel blue
Does it make you happy when
A day is ruined once again
By your insensitivity
Can't you realize and see
There is another way to live
If you'd try to care and give
Less of your ignorance
In return you'd know kindness
Thawing that icy cold heart
You can make a better start
lovely autumn was crying
for her spoiled unharvested pumpkins
when jack frost came by
freezing her tears
her hair is stalactites now
this stopped the sorrow
freezing it in time
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