At MercyWhen temps dip belowzero, wind moans bite-numbing frostbite song;at midnight, quiet sighs,a clicking trip: mini-splitdies. Layering buffer works for pudgy humans, cats;wee fishies not so much.We, at mercy of Motherand Machine, firetroubleshooting;ah! warm again!Notes: I’ve had 3 power outages this winter. One was via the power company with downed trees, with power/heat restored within…
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The Oracle Speaks: Through Intuition See
The Oracle Speaks:Through Intuition See Warm season withererfrosting every dawn;used up blue winter. Through intuition seelight murmur life;the sweet summer rose. Blossom between then,vivid, verdant thing;thrive, feel, breathe. Bonus message: happy squirrel spiritwild poetrywind in treedo spring The Oracle Speaks through magnetic poetry, this time the poet set. Follow the link to find your message…
dVerse Haibun Monday — Winter Bones
Bones of Winter White crystal bones, strewn on the surface of the land. A million bones to sift through to reconstruct a framework of reference. Cold, inert, matters to be melted, moved, covered, walked on by all manner of living beings. Piles of bones, pushed and blown into convenient places. Crumbles and patterns, geometric shapes…
dVerse Q238 — Sleep Will Have to Wait
image by Daniel Sleep Will Have to Wait Oh, how I longto curl up,warm-cocooned,for crescent’s dreamlight’s long night. Alas, winter dreamsto hibernate must wait.Faithful frigid friendextends their visit. Awake, I step into wool socks,shove into gloves,layer paint to show snowdrifts some churning love. Mish is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Mish wants us to…
24 SSPC 7 (1st wk) — The Beginning of Winter (Ritto) (Nov 7-21) — Autumn Storm
As November’s globe ticks its way to other orientations, long nights imbalance with ever-shortening light. Today, rain is forecast. Noon’s pregnant clouds occlude what scant light there is; and by five o’clock landscape is but blurry shadow as the temperature drops. Dusk, a dingy blank upon which nothing is writ even crows silent moon feels…
dVerse OLN 331 — Nature Speaks
You gaze, your golden eye fringedwith pine lashes; snow cradle angelsframe your grace in a face of blue. You brush a message of “unknown“across grainy crystal canvas thatanswers a question from the soul. You frost the dancing winter willowas its scraggly yellow hair shimmieswith gratitude; “no limbs lost, thanks.“ Your tacit promise of Spring singsin…
Winter Raptor (haibun)
A few days ago, I was out and about in the car. As I pulled up in the driveway of the house, a large bird winged away from one of the trees near the bird feeders and perched in another tree out back. I noticed several rusty red feathers among the bird’s wings and back…
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