Yay!! There’s snow on Science Hill.
Finally - snow, I love it. Cold, I love it.
Science says men evolved from apes.
Maybe I evolved from polar bears
or those abominable snow people
—yeti—that no one can photograph.
You can’t just reject that outright,
say the odds are minuscule,
just because it’s new and edgy.
I mean, where’s your science—
your unbiased, clinical perspective?
We could end up in the National Geographic.
This kind of story is very much their aesthetic.
I can provide lots of material—I have baby photos
and I’m not uncomfortable about the pressure.
Maybe it’s time to put your voice out there.
The world always needs the comfort of new voices.
You could influence social media—everyone wants THAT.
This is a buffalo, a skibidi, blessing in disguise.
.
.
Songs for this:
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
Unlike me by Kate Havnevik
glistening, gently tumbling
washing hearts pure, humbling
resounding lights, mumbling
glitter alive, flakes fumbling
snow glowing bright, as I’m stumbling
through the wonderful, grumbling
so each flake sails, escapes – bumbling
glistening, gently tumbling…
on the edge of the winter’s rumbling
It's snowing
even though it's
April
and we should be
celebrating spring,
not building
snowmen
on our lawns.
It's cold
and windy,
there are no
tulips or snowdrops.
Winter won't walk away,
and
I’m left feeling blue.
Night's descent with heaven's catharsis
Of white cold's drug for the dark;
Even whirls of flaking bits loveliness—
Winter's fresh, ice only shower.
Of white cold's drug for the dark—
Just right for the meek moon's glow,
Winter's fresh, ice only shower
On sleeping hyacinths underground.
Just right for the meek moon's glow,
Even whirls of flaking bits loveliness
On sleeping hyacinths underground—
Night's descent with heaven's catharsis.
the warmth of ice
under the ice
the gentle waves whisper
follow the whispers of trust
raise your eyes
spreading over the sea of snow
your future
walk over it.
cigarette falling, snow-
ing in-
side the bronco,
buck-
ing ash two-digit scissors
reach-
ing like tongs
passenger’s eyes pop
driver
retrieves, revels, masters
the smoke; a joke
to the occupant
occupational hazard:
timing of
timber
window ajar; a trail
of chimney smoke
a cautionary tale:
don’t make my insides jiggle
jingle bells are merrily ringing
can’t help myself
previously, at the airport
man flies
off his luggage seat
goes splat in the turkey line
his phone’s fly-
ing
and i wonder why
i’m the only one
giggling
i leave the state in newfallen snow,
splash-
down on the tarmac
in Georgia
Nov 2022
It’s snowing! It’s snowing! It’s SNOWING!
Fire inside the house was toasty and glowing.
But the inhabitants were excited sister kittens.
All three were too excited to wait for their mittens.
They ran outside, getting their fur all wet and cold.
You can tell we have changed said Grandma. When did we get old?
Grandpa said “speak for yourself” and jumped off the commode.
When he reached the children, a huge snowball fight was in full battle mode.
It seems to be snowing but it’s aphids.
They look like cotton or dandelion fluff.
You wouldn’t want them on your lashes.
They cling to grass, screens & other stuff.
You wouldn’t think aphids are alive, ‘til
you take a closer look - they unhook
and fly away, like the great hymn. Still,
I first saw them at Dad’s. They’re off the hook.
On plants, ladybugs enjoy them as a snack.
Oh no! Pesticide is sometimes needed when
aphids gather in great numbers and unpack.
To memorialize them, I scribble with a poet’s pen.
10/14/2022
A poem, beautiful as snow,
She sparkles with a wintry glow.
Like falling frost upon each pine,
each word: complex and crystalline.
With magic sifted in each fractal,
The snow resembles every dactyl.
Hot chocolate, sleds, the fireplace-
Are comforts like the poems’ grace.
A novelty, a Christmas treat,
a lovely poem storms like sleet.
A winter’s day with snowing skies
Is poems in a white disguise.
A poem, beautiful as snow,
She sparkles with a wintry glow.
Like falling frost upon each pine,
each word: complex and crystalline.
With magic sifted in each fractal,
The snow resembles every dactyl.
Hot chocolate, sleds, the fireplace-
Are comforts like the poems’ grace.
A novelty, a Christmas treat,
the perfect rhymes will storm like sleet.
A winter’s day with snowing skies
Is poems in a white disguise.
branches weight of snow
cold wind and frozen crystals -
white porcelain dolls
16/01/2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Winter Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
howmanysyllables.com 5-7-5
2nd place in the contest
Forever Winter
David J Walker
Where are you going and why
I
At 10
Had no answer
I
at 10
and at 10 in the am
thought only of warming myself
in the afternoons half-hearted
winter sun
I at 10
Had no one to fall back on
Except for the crush of 10 inches of pure snow below
Except for the plush of 10 inches of pure clouds above
And the prospect of falling high or low
Was of little matter to me at 10 and
10 again in the morning
Where was I going and why
I
At 10
Had no way of knowing
Only that the snow was blowing
Falling
And Winter may last forever
I don’t like it when it’s snowing because I leave traces
so they know where I’m going and they chase me
they want to see whether I follow the light or the shadows
so I blind them, scratch their eyes out
But then they hear me, they hear creaking
so I run, I can’t give up that quick
I hide behind the leafless trees trying not to breathe
My feet hurt from the cold.
They want to know my dreams, my lovers
and all the secrets hidden behind wardrobes.
These monsters creeping from under my bed
keep asking “quo vadis?” while I pray for the snow to melt.
Winter is chasing me and with it are coming
the unanswered questions of sleepless nights:
Who are you, where are you going?
I stand still, breathless.
Waiting for Spring.
The turning of years, the drying of tears.
The blessed of days, when the sunlight plays.
The swirling visions, righteous decisions.
The rusting armor, soldier turned farmer.
The choir humming, a godly coming.
The eyes of knowing, a calm come snowing.
date:7/13/21
(bite-size poem no 12 contest)
stuck in a snow globe
shaking up in love with you
stuck in a snow globe
~
snow sparkles surround
those signs our hearts snowy bright
shaking surroundings
~
subject stuck in glass
a bulb surrounded in love
showering snowflakes
~
caress smuggling us
so in love we are stuck in
a snow globe snowing
5/28/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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