It has been SO COLD here recently. Everyone at work has been wearing blankets, coats, gloves and my cats have been sleeping on the heat vent. Even though today it is a little warmer today - (feels like a heat wave) - it is still winter and only January. Sometimes what helps to stay motivated are the memories of good weather times of the past and looking forward to the new ones to come in the future. As usual, this calls for my old poems. The first one is about winter and the other 2 about being outdoors in nice weather.
one winter night
Enjoying the warmth of the fireplace
one blustery night not long ago
candles aglow
closing my eyes
laying my sleepy head on the dog
remembering a glistening evening
in the moonlight
some clouds - no wind - still - silent
Snowflakes gently falling
on my blue wool cap and mittens
stopping to gather winter bounty
Ice skating on the pond
hand in hand gliding in circles
just us
around and around
singing a joyous winter song
our music floating high into the crisp cold air
and straight up to the sparkling stars
such magic as this an uncommon delight.
Enjoying the warmth of the fireplace
one blustery night not long ago
candles aglow
closing my eyes
laying my sleepy head on the dog
remembering a glistening evening
in the moonlight
some clouds - no wind - still - silent
Snowflakes gently falling
on my blue wool cap and mittens
stopping to gather winter bounty
Ice skating on the pond
hand in hand gliding in circles
just us
around and around
singing a joyous winter song
our music floating high into the crisp cold air
and straight up to the sparkling stars
such magic as this an uncommon delight.
Far Away
Far away from the teeming city
the stars individually shine
the silence of the night peaceful
the hillside dark and tranquil.
By day the heat rising from the fields
I can almost hear in its steaming
the babbling brook - bubbling melody.
Along the pinetree path
the crackling of a stick underfoot
startling me by its harshness.
The buzzing bugs - ear-tickling
white noise for napping.
Night falls once again - the moon glowing, lulling
under the black country sky
to sleep ..... dreaming of this place.
Far away from the teeming city
the stars individually shine
the silence of the night peaceful
the hillside dark and tranquil.
By day the heat rising from the fields
I can almost hear in its steaming
the babbling brook - bubbling melody.
Along the pinetree path
the crackling of a stick underfoot
startling me by its harshness.
The buzzing bugs - ear-tickling
white noise for napping.
Night falls once again - the moon glowing, lulling
under the black country sky
to sleep ..... dreaming of this place.
Camping
The sun was just slipping down behind the hills
the last wisps of pink clouds fading
I sat on my rock watching nature's final performance
Daylight disappearing
Alone and in the dark the stars shone high above
The air was starting to chill - I started to shiver.
Snuggling into my sleeping bag
laying my head back onto my soft pillow
I spotted the Big Dipper and traced it with my finger
Silence ...... Peace ...... Warmth ....... Sleep
The sun was just slipping down behind the hills
the last wisps of pink clouds fading
I sat on my rock watching nature's final performance
Daylight disappearing
Alone and in the dark the stars shone high above
The air was starting to chill - I started to shiver.
Snuggling into my sleeping bag
laying my head back onto my soft pillow
I spotted the Big Dipper and traced it with my finger
Silence ...... Peace ...... Warmth ....... Sleep
1 comment:
Well, if it's SO cold, why are you outdoors? Get inside, girl, get inside.
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