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Category Archives: Weather
The Maze
Photo by Pat G.
wandering the maze
searching not finding my way
lost forevermore
Sun Dogs
sun dogs and rainbows
put on a show for skiers
on the empty hill
The Winds
wild winds shriek and howl
dance to a tune of their own
rocking and rolling
Snow
Varied Thrush
crisp, cold flakes descend,
food lies hidden under snow
inundated now
The Wind
The Wind
Blasting blizzard chills
Balmy breezes kiss bare skin
Are you friend or foe?
Frost
I thought I would set myself another goal for my blog posts.
Something easy. Something pretty. Something challenging.
Easy = short – for readers’ benefit.
Pretty = a photo I like.
Challenging = my attempt at a haiku (a poem with three lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables).
I hope to make it last for the month of February. Will I make it? Who knows?
Here is the first one, and please remember that I’m new at haiku.
Frosty sparkling dress,
Temporary ice wardrobe,
Sun’s power denudes.
Moon on Silver Star
Photo at Silver Star (ski hill) courtesy of Pat G.
Brightly lit, the night is silent,
Snow has muffled sound,
Footsteps spoil the peaceful evening,
Crunching all around.
Moonlight guides me to my cabin,
Warmth and comfort cheer,
Beauty outside, cozy fire,
Best of two worlds here.
Snowy Hills
Way up high on the hills, the rain turned into snow.
Why is it that white snow comes out of black clouds?
How did that sunshine get through to the hills when the whole valley is in shade?
Can you guess where the deer are that used to live up in the hills? Where are the birds? Bears? Cougars? Squirrels?
I can only hope that those who didn’t wander down to lower elevations are hibernating in some cozy den. Probably even those who might hibernate would have come down from the highest parts of the hills, if they were able.
Meanwhile, I’m in my cozy den at home, not hibernating, but also waiting for winter to pass.
A new year is coming. That gives me hope that spring won’t be too far away.
Have a happy year ahead, everyone.
All the best in 2025.
W is for Winter
“First it rained and then it blew;
Then it friz and then it snew;
Then it fogged and then it thew;
And very shortly after then
It blew and snew and thew again.”
I don’t know who wrote that poem, but I think it has been around a very long time.
Also, I should mention that these photos are from six years ago and are not a true reflection of the weather here today.
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