there is a woodland fox on your swing outside
He is boldly brazen, with no attempt to hide
I ran to the window and saw him out there in the frost.
That poor baby, I said, I think he is lost.
You cannot go out there, my husband said.
The windchill is twenty below, you would quickly be dead.
I put on a mask, boots, snowsuit and other stuff that day.
By the time I got to the door, the fox was far far away.
Grandmother Everest caresses clouds
with her diamond-studded, silky crown.
Westerners come to conquer and boast
Sherpas wish to provide for their loves
and must always bear the heaviest load.
Shaman chants echoing from base camp
The mountain tourists are not listening
They're having a toast and chewing granola bars.
Prayer flags dance and quietly chat
Snowflakes are dreaming in avalanche.
Shaman chant from base camp
They're still not listening.
Today is the push for the summit.
The rich. plastic-dipped mountaineers.
Pickaxe the icy apron of Grandmother Everest.
The weather shifts-windchill dips....
The fog and wind perform their wicked tricks.
The reaper is the death zone storekeeper.
Shelves lined with broken axes -blistered faith.
Empty oxygen bottles, the last prayer of a mate.
Grandmother Everest is the keeper of ego and bones.
At base camp, the shaman chants
The prayer flags whip
Only the dead and dying are listening.
The signs of spring are in the air
the days begin to lengthen
morning arrives earlier each day
the sun sets later in evening
the mood of people brighten
as they look forward to spring
it was a long cold winter
with temperatures below zero
the windchill and frostbite
made some hibernate
but coming signs of spring
with ice melting on roads
dripping of ice off roof tops
spots of grass beginning to show
along houses and sidewalks
brings a lighter step to all
who were down with winter blues.
My ankles are grinning
We love the feel of the sun
We have not had her for a month
The last two weeks schools were closed
The windchill was twenty degrees below zero
Today it is sixty-seven degrees and sunny
Global warming? Of course not. Don’t be silly!
*A young man went out for a stroll in the snow
Into a remote patch of icy blue Adirondacks.
It's been a few moons since he was last seen.
They discovered his lithium car at the trailhead.
A white broom swept his footprints off the map.
They posted a vision of him sitting in the sunshine.
They're searching low and high for that cherub smile.
Prayers are swirling like glitter in a snow globe.
The ranger whispers about windchill and hope.
The forecaster says a fresh foot more of devilish snow.
They postponed the search until tomorrow.
They say a cardinal may chirp a psalm.
When souls wander into the beyond.
A young man went out for a stroll in the snow.
When winter's rain and windchill reigns
I plant some pansies to cheer
Then cold winds howl, trees do tremble
But in this spot, gold appears
These pansies, delicate and fair
Bloom yellow with delight
Their soft petals bold and smooth
Such a lovely sight
The rain dances, and wind howls
The pansies bend and twirl
As if both are here forever
A graceful waltz, in winter whirl
Wintery mix
Asthma inducing air
Windchill is fourteen below
Ice under snow
Cars doing donuts
Skidding across freeways
Seeing your breath
Wheezing kicks in
Cheeks pink and frozen
Middle of the USA
Iowa Kansas Nebraska
Frozen unification
an hour before docking
it was ice cold and freezing
as the vessel like scissors
cut clean through the swell
and the ship’s horn then sounded
and woke those still sleeping
startling the standing
and seagulls as well
and the door opened outwards
on a windswept and dark deck
as a lighthouse and headland
appeared to our right
while the radar was turning
mixing mist with the morning
as we looked over railings
still wet from the night
and the lifeboat above us
secured by strong davits
dripped north sea in droplets
from somewhere on high
and the noise of the engines
grew loud and then quiet
as the spindrift and windchill
danced wild with the sky
and the lights and the silos
of europoort holland
shone blurred with bright colours
as such paintings do
and we stood there transfixed
with our backs towards england
while dawn beckoned others
to stand and stare too.
M-orning sun fourth of April
E-liminates the night;
S-kyline's coal black clouds
H-ave all become white.
D-awn sun fourth of April aims to meet the Tuesday;
E-vening shadows disappear into the dark, blue, and gray.
P-ure warmth of the beacon
E-rases the cold windchill;
D-ay breaks to welcome
R-ising sun fourth
O-f April.
when it rained, it came it sheets
I was drenched from head to feet
no shelter close to help affection
feelings drown without protection
next comes windchill down to bone
howling, swirling, on it groans
in my mind I now avow
this is the end, right here and now
but on and on and on it goes
day and night I do not doze
ever watchful and alert
my will now I shall assert
without nourishment it shall die
relationships ebb with swollen lies
it will die a lonely death
sighing with its very last breath
lightning,
in its midst
whirlwinds whirl
writhing
rising
binding
hissing
twitching:
lightning
blitzing
this night
tingling
spitting
striving
hiding
from
windchill
till
winds
diminish
found poem inspired by eunoia wordplay form
R-adiant
A-nd
C-lear
H-eaven
E-ndorses
L-ovely
L-ight
E-rasing
C-louds
U-nder
L-ucidity
A-s
W-indchill
A-voids
Y-ou
Topic: Birthday of Rachelle B. Culaway (November 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-eet the summer sun,
S-wim across the perfect pool,
N-o more cold windchill.
Form: Acrostic Haiku
a veil of whiteness
conceals your perfect beauty
temporary snowflakes
heated desires
temporary cooled kept you chaste
snowflake veiled honour
winter breeze... windchill
snowflake veil now divided
your lovers kiss saves the day
you did... he did... vow
now husband and wife... lovers
snowflake confetti
Inspired by Jan Allison
J-ust let the sun set things aright,
O-pening first the morn with mirth;
Y-ou will be bathed with light next, warming the day of your birth.
M-ake the sun set things aright,
E-arly Friday seventh April;
D-on't let the beacon fade
I-nto the cold dark windchill.
N-ight shadows have turned
I-nto the clouds clear and white;
L-et the new dawn break,
L-et the sun set things
A-right.
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