wordsfromanneli

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Chicken Little’s Sky

When Chicken Little saw this sky, she knew there was trouble ahead, so she squawked her famous lines and said, as you know:

Bok-bok-bok!

The SKY is falling,

And WE must tell the KING!

BoddOCK bok!

Well, who would’ve thunk that a chicken could forecast this dramatic weather phenomenon?!

The very next day, the sky actually DID fall. That big dark cloud fell onto the ground and covered the whole valley.

And then, as Carl Sandburg said:

The fog comes in
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

They say that “No man is an island,” but these fir trees aren’t too sure about that.


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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.


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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.