Another photo by my friends who are holidaying in Australia. I wish I could take credit for this photo, but it’s all theirs.
Category Archives: Storms
The Killing Wind
Winter,
Sudden and merciless,
Descends with a force,
Uninvited.
Clinging,
In the lee of the wind,
Near his source of food,
Hummingbird waits.
Snowstorm,
Filling every cranny,
Chilling and killing,
Bitter cold wind.
Howling,
Snowy blasts roaring by,
Threatening small lives,
Take shelter quick.
The Calm
… before the storm.
The ducks all facing outward
Are waiting for their snack,
They find it in the shallows,
It makes their lips go smack.
The heron facing inward,
Has patience yet to spare,
He hopes to spear a morsel,
With no intent to share.
All take advantage of the last,
Relaxing stretch of peace,
They feel the system moving fast,
Soon comes the ugly beast.
Photo by Pat G.
The licorice scent of fennel wafts,
Along the last warm breeze,
A thousand seeds fly in the drafts,
To inundate with ease.
Ms. Barbara Beacham’s hollyhock,
Has found a home with me,
Although Ms. Beacham’s sent a shock,
And could no longer be.
Her lovely flowers bloom each year,
She sends her love that way,
I cherish her with thoughts so dear,
Much more than I can say.
A last sweet effort quickly made,
The berry patch is done,
No strawberries are left to raid,
Except for just this one.
And here it comes, the mighty beast,
So dark, this sunshine thief,
It brings much-needed rain at least,
To every plant’s relief.
It slaps the trees ferociously,
It whips the leaves around,
But they hang on tenaciously,
On hearing such a sound.
The wind is shivery at best,
Each leaf is hanging on,
They’re hoping to survive the test,
Until this breeze is gone.
Make the Best of it
I know I’ve been moaning and groaning about the snow and how hard it is for the tiny hummingbirds and other little creatures who have to try to survive in the snow and cold.
But for those of you who can shut that dilemma out of your head, you may want to make the best of this snowy weather.
If you have access to a ski hill, you can do that (if you’re still young enough to take advantage of this vigorous pastime).
At the top of the chairlift, have a look around and enjoy the crisp air. Take in the vastness of the valley below. Do you feel small?
Forget about birds that want to land on a branch. They are gone from this frozen place, leaving it all to you.
Pure and clean! And now for an exhilarating ride to the bottom of the hill. Swish! … Don’t fall.
Photos by Pat Gerrie
British Columbia
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