You can't fool me
I know better
30 some years of Cleveland winters
teach you a thing or two.
Spring flowers
poke up their heads.
Those fools.
Lake Erie's fickle nature will soon dash your pretty heads
with a foot of snow and slush.
Trust
in your instincts and those feelings in your bones
pack up your sweaters if you must
Punxsutawney may not have seen his shadow
but we still have more winter to come.
Tag Archives: winter
Saturday Sunrise
Good morning,
sleepy little town
Your blinking street lights
look like sleepy eyes blinking slowly awake
The sun peeks over the horizon
just a glimpse at the day to come
The roads dusted with nature's powdered sugar flakes
undisturbed from any man-made markings.
I am up and about at this ungodly hour
With my own sleepy, blinking eyed babe next to me
Singing I "See the Stars"
along the empty roads
The birth of day,
the dawn of promise
Soaking in the beauty of these rare moments.
This is my Saturday sunrise,
out in the cold
in the gray
salt stained city
silently yearning to be back in bed underneath the covers
Instead,
we sing.
The stars fade,
the sun signs his arrival upon the sky.
And so the day begins.
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Magic Dust
the world is dusted in magic
our magic
lightly frosted on pine
needles and naked branches
heated breath on
icicle covered windows
Our very own winter wonderland
I drove in darkness
illuminated
by the February moon
reaching out her long silvery fingers
to dust the road with sparkling flakes
Inner thoughts pulsating heavy
deep questions and answers yet to come
In that silence of that drive
the future lay stretched out into forever
All ours
so pure in the distance
as we approached
and passed
became marred and charred by our words and our actions
We continue on
In the rearview
I see
sprouts of green
pushing through
where our footsteps had been
Magic
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A Trick of Spring
It's springlike outside Sprigs of green Pushing through unfrozen clods of dirt Everything coming alive before its time. So hard to hibernate - with a lack of snow as sunshine erupts through white clouds coloring blue skies and this month we call January. My brain knows better This land should be colder and wetter. My bones should ache My toes and fingers and nose should be stiff and froze. They aren't. I shall not be fooled, oh Cleveland weather gods! I know your wrath is coming And we shall be digging ourselves out still in April.
