The Freeze

 

In winter’s doom, the rain awaits

For torchlight moon, to rise, elate

A myst of diamond pellets prance

Begins in waves, accumulates

 

In dreams of green and blossom blast

Awakened by the snow of last

We shiver, quake in arctic breath

And slip and slide to portals past

 

 

In response to “Poetics: Games Night” where Sarah has asked us “to choose 3 names from the list of computer game names below, and somehow or other wrangle them into a poem.”  I have incorporated five of them into this Rubaiyat, which I will also link to our most recent challenge in Poetry Forms.

 

Notes: The rhyme scheme is AABA. I did not choose to use the unrhymed B line sound from the first quatrain as the main rhyming sound in the next quatrain, therefore it is not interlinking. This is an option for the form.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Shadowed

This gallery contains 3 photos.

Sun dances on snow Lines cross beyond boundaries Nature always rules ~ https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/shadowed/

Weekly Photo Challenge: Monochromatic II

A contrast to my first submission, the endless white of snow reaches for the horizon on one of the Great Lakes. This will soon be the scene at the beach as we bid farewell to the warm blue waters of summer. Just thinking about it makes me very grateful for autumn.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/monochromatic/

Haiku

Penguin wannabes
Sunbathing on snow mountains
Daydreams of seagulls

Haiku

 

Winter’s glass piping

A temporary freeze frame

Crystal clear moments

 

Taken by Storm

Winter waves its arms

Blowing white smoke

Outside my door

Rattling the latch

As we batten down the hatch

Snow squalls

Life stalls

Tires spin tales

Of neglected snow shovels

Underestimated forecasts

And unhelpful neighbours

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Winter smirks as you

Predictably marvel

At what you’ve seen

 So many times

Muddled and mystified by

Sparkling glaze

Blinding haze

Shadows sprawled

Over welcoming, white canvass

Trees bound and burdened

With nature’s business

50 Things I’ve Learned in 50 Years….#3

#3. When tobogganing down a steep ravine, a wine skin filled with cherry whiskey, will soften the blow of every tree you hit.

Looking back at it now, I can’t believe we really owned one of these.  The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language describes it as “a bag made from the skin of a goat for example, and used for holding and dispensing wine”.

I am fairly certain that I was unaware of the goat skin as I sipped chugged my cherry whiskey, hoping my socks would stay dry. We were trudging through a foot of good packing snow with our plastic Magic Carpets, waxed up wooden toboggans and super flying saucers. Woooo Hoooo!!!

Life was good……in the 70’s.

Snow Smitten

Winter has finally spoken in our little southwestern town of Ontario.

Maybe it was waiting to make this eloquant entrance, to blow us away with it’s beauty and grace.

Dancing featherweight flakes…….

Fluff at your feet feels fabulous……

Cozy white blankets on bushes……

Silouetting sleeves of white sit perfectly on branches…..

Until  over zealous blasts of air quickly send them to the ground.