In honour of the month of November and beginning of Winter
Poetry, Photography, Song
“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux
Sunday, 22nd of November, Part Two
On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
And one centigrade of minus degrees…
In honour of the month of November and beginning of Winter
Poetry, Photography, Song
“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux
Sunday, 22nd of November, Part One
On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
And one centigrade of minus degrees
The white dust on the ground
Everywhere to be found
Where the heck is my car
Couldn’t have left it far
Grabbed the snow shovel
Moving my muscles
Soon the path is clear
Feeling like a pioneer
On the 22nd day of November
The icy cold rain
Hit the bloody plane
Due to one centigrade of minus degrees
I just hope the roads won’t ice over
Or I’ll be prancing like a four leaf clover
Trying to cross the roads
In the early morning hours
On my way to work
Trying not to go berserk
When it’s really dark
Only dogs will bark
On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
The icy cold rain
Hit the bloody plane
Due to one centigrade of minus degrees
In honour of the month of November
Poetry, Photography, Song
“Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather” John Ruskin
On the 21st day of November
On the 21st day of November
My true love sent to me
One centigrade of minus degrees
On the 21st day of November
My true love also sent to me
Lots of icy cold rain
Several snowflakes of dancing
And one centigrade of minus degrees
On the 22nd day of November
I wish for my true love to send to me
Many more warm degrees
Much of sunshine weather
Or a trip to Hawaii
Poetry and Photography
“Winter is coming” George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
A Winter’s Tale, Part Two
Related posts: A Winter’s Tale
Poetry and Photography
“Winter is coming” George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
A Winter’s Tale
When stepping outside
Much to surprise
A freezing wind
Is greeting your skin
Rubbing your eyes
Hoping, only lies
But, waking to reality
Accepting the actuality
A cover of white
May be a delight
After the lush of green
You have seen
All summer long
Trying to stay strong
It’s here to stay
Pushing away
The slowly creeping
Sinking feeling
Don’t get bitter
It’s only winter
Related posts: A Winter’s Tale, Part Two
I know it’s supposed to be summer, but today’s weather (read heavy rainstorm and chilly) prompted me to dig into to some memoirs reminding it could be worse 😛
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