Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“And finally Winter,
with its bitin’, whinin’ wind,
and all the land will be mantled with snow”
Roy Bean
Winter Views
“Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
We’re happy tonight,
Walking in a winter wonderland.”
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“And finally Winter,
with its bitin’, whinin’ wind,
and all the land will be mantled with snow”
Roy Bean
Winter Views
Hay,
Tall grass
Alas
In the snow
Does grow
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“And finally Winter,
with its bitin’, whinin’ wind,
and all the land will be mantled with snow”
Roy Bean
Winter Views
Under the cool winter breeze
Safeguarded under the trees
The two wheelers
For the true believers
Of “never stop cycling”
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“And finally Winter,
with its bitin’, whinin’ wind,
and all the land will be mantled with snow”
Roy Bean
Winter Views
Have a seat
A cool seat
In the snow
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“And finally Winter,
with its bitin’, whinin’ wind,
and all the land will be mantled with snow”
Roy Bean
Winter Views
Snow as far as eyes can see
Still, the creek running wild and free
So let the cold wind continue blowing
Water freely flowing
There is no slowing
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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 