You! What are you still doing here? Didn’t I tell you your presence here was only temporary???!
Snow Pile
It’s April! You have overstayed your welcome! And you are dirty and disgusting like Jabba the Hut! NO one wants you here!
I’m serving you an eviction notice. I have brought both the rain and sun as my deputies….You are done you lazy loafer! Be gone by the end of the week!
SPRING
Sunrise Over the Snow Pile
Good morning from the New Artic (I mean New England)!
I want to say “Thank you” and “Welcome” to all my new followers!
I will come and visit you all and thank you individually as soon as I can. I have been a bit snowed in lately, by the weather and by life’s complications: an accident; a death; and snow, snow, and more snow!
View Out the Window
See you (and spring) soon, I hope! 🙂
That winter day when I wake up and say, “Enough!”
It’s supposed to snow AGAIN today. Not much, just a couple of inches this time, but the amount doesn’t matter anymore…it is just that feeling of:
NO MORE!
It’s like I have come up against a WALL of snow and I just sat down in it. Snow has smothered and buried all my ambition and imagination like these flags…
Okay, that seems like an awful lot of DRAMA for you people who aren’t putting up with it…but really, it has stopped me from going out and walking (I’m afraid of slipping on the ice, which I already did  luckily without injury, on the way to the dumpster). So…no new photographs. So, what to post? Here’s one from last year…a bunny taken through the window.
I went digging through my old notebooks and poems looking for something to post. Ah…here’s a rough draft poem from last year I wrote after taking this photo…hmmm, same time…February. Maybe it is just…
WINTER.
I can’t think –
Storms one after another
Have bent the trees to their limit,
Bent my emotions to extremes,
Debris is everywhere.
Top branches clutched in the grip
Of ground snow
When they should be reaching for the sky.
It’s not the time for clean up and release,
There’s another storm coming.
It’s only important to clear a path,
Back-breaking and spirit-breaking as it is,
There needs to be visible hope
Of an exit,
A true escape route.
My thoughts of spring hunker down
Like the bunnies…
Though I saw one
Brave one, huddled amongst
A grounded treetop, desperately nibbling
at the buds it shouldn’t have been able to eat,
desperate times
desperate measures.
But the calendar whispers
Time change ahead,
Spring clean up to come.
Be strong, be ready.
Sunshine Award
