Subtle, very subtle, yet the promise whispers in the trees.
The zinnias struggle with a push one last bud to sky unfurl,
While the neighbor's cat goes on the prowl for one more kill to squeeze.
Late September days will end and the unprepared imperil.
The strident cries heard in the sky are the sounds of birds going south.
Though crammed and touching wings at times, they fly with great effusion.
A squirrel hordes some nuts he's found by stuffing them in his mouth,
While looking for a ready den, the mice run in confusion.
The slowly, shortening days are the sun's bowing to appease
The tired flora/fauna pact that's desperate for a long rest,
But a softened whisper in the wind has changed to a cold breeze,
And ice and snow begin to form on the tallest mountain crest.
Categories:
hunker down, winter,
Form: Rhyme
I’m walking with Missy out here in the woods,
And the muse is right with me and life’s pretty good.
The storm’s rolling in, and the wind’s blowing hard,
The lawn chairs are lying all over the yard.
It’s time to prepare and to close up the shop;
I’m thinking the hammer’s getting ready to drop.
The band on the radar is angry and red;
Warm days in the springtime can get people dead.
For nature’s a force, one to be reckoned with;
Down here in the south, the tornadoes come swift.
So we’ll keep an eye out, won’t drive into town,
And if it goes bad, then we’ll all hunker down.
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just an average Spring day in North Alabama...
Categories:
hunker down, weather,
Form: Heroic Couplet
There is evil in the air
Challenging things to see if we care
As simple as being under the weather
This illness wants to know if the world really wants to get better
We first responded by deciding to call events off
Seeing this disturbing society cough
To no one’s fault
The International community came to a complete halt
Turning lives into sacrifices
Saying good bye to acceptable vices
Twenty nine days will change to twenty eight
And then answers should arrive to make things straight
State by state, nation by nation
People hunker down being very patient
Until the day that will come and the evil in the air will say it is done
Trying to take away life’s fun
When that hour of power reality sees a spring flower
Gloves will come off
Giving way to the summer’s eve of peaceful interaction in the loft
Categories:
hunker down, care, caregiving, evil, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme