Thursday, February 7, 2019

WINTER'S CHILL


miserable, pale and 
sort of out of sorts,
while chill days of winter
hold us down and out.

poets have a nose for knowing
how to spend winter's cold,
formidable weather days

and nights without losing
one's good sense of it all
while wind and snow
play havoc outdoors.


full disclosure enclosed;
not to shatter illusions of
grandeur. False hope on
a string of beads.

puppet work at play;
not to manifest false hope
in otherwise rising star,

while entities from dust;
mustn't be killing rainbows
while stringing hope 
along on a rope.


just found out: a longtime friend
not doing so good. 
feeling bumped out. 
so many memories...…..


winter, 2019, has settled in with a 
vengeance. harshness not seen since.....
well, perhaps not ever.

temps hoovering around zero F. 
throw in snow and wind, and
we've got ourselves a real winter. 
setting new records everyday. 


if we don't have family,
we have nothing,
and we struggle alone.


if there is one thing that really bugs me,
it's an impetuous rabbit eating all my salad,
then making moves on my wife!




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