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Enough with the weather,
The snow and the ice.
The storms we have had
Really ought to suffice.
Enough with the potholes,
The plows and the salt.
Though we’re being punished,
It isn’t our fault.
Enough with the shovels,
The scrapers, the blowers
And gutters which turn
Into icicle growers.
Enough with the mittens,
The scarves and the boots,
The problems with transit
And longer commutes.
Enough with the coughing,
The fever, the sneezes,
The outages when
Every power line freezes.
Enough with this winter
With which we’re afflicted,
But after all, it’s
What the groundhog predicted!
Life returns to normal,
People head to work;
But below the surface,
Some surprises surely lurk:
Lots of detours on the roads,
Rivers scaling banks;
If your route is trouble-free,
You owe a debt of thanks.
Stranded passengers still wait,
Fighting or resigned;
Canceled plans have left so many
Stuck in quite a bind.
Power outages still rage,
People making do;
Human nature helps us cope
So somehow, we’ll get through.
Still, the sun is shining;
Clean-up has begun.
We’ll deal with the hassles
And attack them, one by one.
Let’s hope we clean up quickly –
Well, as fast as time permits;
‘Cause we need a little breathing room
Before the next storm hits.
*Our strange day yesterday.
First it was widespread internet outage
No internet at some stores too, unable to get gas
Then, it was the cell phone, unable to make calls,
Then it was delayed texts, then unable to text
When usually during power outages, the cell phone still works
No-one knew what was going on in New Hampshire
We had a storm, but it was minor compared to others in the past
Thousands had no power, scattered all over the state, all day
The hours passed, without a full explanation
The weather was not too bad for a storm clean up
Now, loss of communication had consumed the area
Never fully understood, but thankfully restored today
Heidi Sands
10/18/19
A REFLECTION ON WEATHERING TODAY’S STORMS OF LIFE
As I awoke, the Breaking News
Was death-frightening:
“Treacherous Winter Storm Arriving!”
“Expect Single-Digit Low Temperatures!”
“Days Of Ice And More Than 6 Inches Of Snow!”
“Power Outages Are Expected!”
“Most Forms Of Transportation Will Be Affected!”
“This Threatening Storms Is Expected
To Reek Havocs Never Seen Before!”
Hearing these headlines, my heart rate
And blood pressure rose tremendously:-
Obviously, I felt afraid and hopeless.
Then it dawned upon me where I was!
Nothing here in America could wreak worse hazards
Than today’s bigoted, oppressive, political climate:-
Thus, I relaxed, got up, and prepared myself
For another day of God’s survival navigations
Through nature’s and human nature’s trials,
And weathering tribulations, preceding my
Springing overcoming of these hazards
And their oppressive wintering trials:-
Indeed, glory be to our liberating God:
For every wintering time in our lives,
He will send his springing healings:-
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The winter of two ought fourteen
saw numbers plunge as ice storms rage,
and for the record, deep snowfalls.
Ma Nature showed her nasty side.
Capricious temperatures’ ebb tide
made life erratic: broken bones,
pow’r outages and highways shut.
Ma Nature found a callous streak.
Bizarre display of weather freaks -
appointments cut, no school for days.
The household suffered much on edge
for teasing found in Nature’s veins.
Now spring holds promise in her reins,
Ma Nature works redeeming grace
transforming what we knew would come .
Renewal is her middle name.
The same holds true throughout the year
each season bows to Nature’s call.
written March 10, 2014
It started with the freezing rain,
the curse of winter time,
turning all into slick black glass
on every road you find.
Then came on all the pelting sleet,
pins and needles outside,
you can hear it as it hits home,
adding mass where it lies.
The skier wishes it was snow,
while drivers hide in fear,
linesmen get ready to go work
when outages appear.
They know branches are coming down,
the roads will be a mess,
the governor says please stay home,
being safe is the best.
The next day the world is transformed,
slick ice coats everything,
long branches bow under the weight,
Clad in crystalline sheen.
Like diamond melted on the trees,
catch light and sparkle bright,
a prism when the sun’s rays hit,
flashing colors of light.
A tinkling sound as wind blows by,
thin ice cracks in the breeze,
like tiny hammers striking glass,
both scary and serene.
The cars idle as defrost runs,
ice much too thick to scrape,
some struggle to open the doors
while loudly cursing fate.
New icicles on power lines,
dripping down like a fringe,
where wind was strong they go sideways,
kind of a bizarre thing.
Driveways have become skating rinks,
ice shingles coat the roof,
the snow is now a hard concrete,
what once was soft and loose.
The great plains have their tornados,
earthquakes out in Cali
Florida has the hurricanes…
it’s ice in the northeast.
Software that’s deployed incomplete,
we are expected to go with the flow.
Agile is supposed to put people first?
I’m looking at a slew of burnt out staff.
Expectations without the proper tools,
I’m not really a fan of looking like a fool.
I am here to file a corporate complaint,
right now before it’s too late.
The patrons who choose our business
notice the consistent inconsistencies.
Drops, outages, and all flavors of ‘Fail’
are not supposed to be commonplace.
Piling on more the experts won’t survive,
nothing will be left of a fine tuned skillset.
Quality or quantity? An ancient argument.
There is a line I fear we have crossed.
I am here to file a corporate complaint,
right now before it’s too late.
Junk-bait replaced an aspirational brand.
Is that what we are destined to say?
Well I’ll be damned if I let master class die.
Trash is trending and we have a reputation.
Flexible doesn’t mean sacrifice soundness.
I don’t ever want to hear ‘Remember when..’
I am here to file a corporate complaint,
right now before it’s too late.
6/26/17
You don't want to be caught in the cross hairs
Realize that at times life is not fair
After having minimal guidance
I stood in pure silence
With very little thoughts of violence
While I was trying to understand the science
Nearby some oak and ecualapytus, the size of giants
I worked on my self-reliance
And a broken down appliance
That sat lifeless
Then followed through on any assignments
No desire to forfeit this
In the first stage of metamorphosis
During times of water shortages
Tired of all this boring stuff
But I'm just warming up
From morning past dusk
Power outages and interruptions
Technical difficulties and malfunctions
Across all junctions
And near any ships intact or sunken
It either went with or against custom
In a world full of power and corruption
Don't count your chickens before they hatch
And expect it all to last
Especially if you didn't study up on all the facts
They say lose lips
Sink ships
Even cruise ships
And any big fish
I help up my two fists
But didn't expect anyone to dig this
Even though this all has been true ****
For many, it always made them think a bit
I try to make it all worthwhile
So we can see the people on Earth smile
Except for any that try to hurt a child
My style is compiled
From all the traveled miles
Even though it's still rather wild
Life, nothing short of miraculous
Above and below buried and unearthed amethyst
Near and far from fields growing radishes
Among objects moving or inanimate
Like a mannequin
You can hear the sounds of an occasional ambulance
Whether or not involving, accidents or something scandalous
Some of which occured over, cannabis and short-handedness
Cause minimal to much damages
Close to and beyond any contaminants
As well as inhabitants
It all couldn't be unanimous
And this is far from my final analysis
We have had mini outages before;
But this outage was no mini.
8 nights without power is major.
The rural water association also
Lost power, and for a few days,
We were without running water.
The first four days and nights
Were the most criticle, because
We had no electricity and no generator.
The freezer foods remained frozen.
And we were blessed with 'no loses',
Because a friend loaned his generator.
Interesting enough, we received a call
Yesterday about aid from an agency,
But we were happy to decline, because
We made it through without any food loses.
Discomfort and stress? Warm and blessed?
Yes and YES. God is good.
A heat wave in Winter does not a smile make.
To be lulled into relaxation would be a mistake.
Don't pray for the rain if you fear the storms.
Gulf heat greets the cold, and the clouds form.
Floods, mudslides, falling trees, and icy roads.
Heavy winds and power outages take their toll.
Nature's four seasons come with depressing mixtures,
to deliver their unique version to all living creatures.
A weatherman was heard saying, "Be prepared but not afraid".
In Summer's smelting heat, our good friends are trees with shade.
In Winter's freezing snow and cold, everything aches and quakes.
I survived six Chicago Winters, but my entire being was prone to shake.
011023PSCtest12 Lines of Rhyme - Winter Nature-Themed Poetry
Contest, Tania Kitchin |4P