Long Sledding Poems

Our Year Of Months (January - July)

1. Intro

Divided into months is our Earth year;
fixed firm in space to meet with climate change,
relation with our Sun makes it so clear
we will be blessed with seasons that...

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I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear pants,
yet with a surprising matriarchal cooperative understory.

The boxers outnumbered the...

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Holidays with a change in the weather

      It starts with a chill in the air.  January the first day of the first month. A new thought of expectations, a...

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Edna Morris lived in the town of Shadow Fells, in rich green, hilly country,
With doting parents and sister Violet, plucking fruit from their plum tree.

Pretty Edna was twelve years old, but she and Violet played...

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finding shapes in clouds
or four-leaf clovers in fields . . .
the child’s eye searches

What does it mean to view life through a child’s eyes? For me it means searching for things of wonder to revel...

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A father with one daughter and two sons;
a mother with four daughters of her own -
They came together years ago and bought
what would become my fondest childhood home.

A sharply inclined driveway much too narrow
for all...

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Every year someone is always expressing
that Christmas is imperialist, and oppressing
people not of the Christian faith,
That it’s unfairly taken Soltice’s place,
that the historical Jesus was not born
in the last months per Holiday norms,
say ‘Merry Christmas,’...

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Nostalgic Nights.
The smell of gas in the vintage moped I drove an hour to buy, 
Driving down that small-town street at night,
Lit by the dim bike light on that streetlight-less street.
Mixing gas with oil and...

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kickball and biking
swinging on swings at the park . . .
youth’s sweet vibrant spark

Memories of my childhood and teenage years are probably the strongest of all my memories. I don’t quite know why that is....

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On a cold winter’s night
We sit close together
By a fire, warm and snug
Almost sleeping, certainly dreaming

A hand-knit blanket is over us
It keeps us warm
As we watch the snow fall
On the back patio of our home

We...

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I miss tugging on my snow suit and barely managing to button my purple winter coat over top of it
I miss the warmth of mittens and soft hats that covered my ears and made it...

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THE MUSHERS RIDE OUT  (part 2)  Arctic Dogsledding 
(continuation)

             But in the race-- the last sleds skid
    ...

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I was born in a snow storm,
and for that very reason I seem to love winter
with all the lovely filigree snowflakes falling
from the sky.
           ...

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Post-January, February's clear
to shape into another winter month.
More times than not, with snow days we adhere.
Through days of February, we confront
a winter wonderland, a gift to see,
with hills and valleys swirled in white displays.
Ice skating,...

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"The breath of winter holds a hushed enchantment, a captivating stillness." Anna Islington

One frigid February day
            after a night’s snowfall
 had left my world...

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a young boy playing with his friends 
at the top of a snowy hill
(one fashioned from a golf course, which with its deep dives &
cuts made for an exciting & dangerous fight down & around...

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I went to sleep on Christmas Eve and woke up in the past
With cotton footed jammies on, that I was ten when I wore last
I saw a man who looks like me, who I realized...

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Of course on this night we are supposed to be asleep so Santa 
could come, but we hadn't been home from Midnight Mass very long, and the 
invigorating cold was not conducive to sleep. ...

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February and its much-vaunted chill
comes down with vengeance, and does what it will,
this lake that in summer jams full with boats
is now frozen over, nothing can float.

Most people stay home at this time of year,
and...

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CHRISTMAS – AS WE SEE IT


A sparkling white crest of new fallen snow
A bakery window laden with freshly baked pastries
Children – sledding down a hillside or skating on a frozen pond
Sleigh bells ringing on a...

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Shamefully dull, life would be,
Without seasons to nourish me.
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
Nature’s blessings the nourish us all

Apathetic and harsh, winter is,
With arctic gales that pierce 
Every linen shielding my frame.
Anomalous flakes of snow drift...

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Sure it comes with shoveling,salting,sanding,scraping,snow plowing and snow blowing 
It also comes with so much more beauty that's well worth knowing 
Snow blockades for snowball fights
Playing king of the mountain on a blanket of white...

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By the early years of that ancient decade, the 70's,
I'd tired of my obstreperous tomboyish games: 
kickball with the neighbor kids, sledding in the winter, 
desecrating the peacefulness of our street's grave yard 
with our...

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Kids are excited to wake up and discover there's no school, it's a snow day
They look out the window and see a beautiful blanket of white, but it's not outside they wish to play
They want...

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“Christmas is like candy; it slowly melts in your mouth sweetening every taste bud, making you wish it could last forever.” – Richelle E. Goodrich

Xmas means 
the time of winter people love.
Traditions there are plenty...

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