Making Tracks
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Early morning I go
Into deep snow
Traversing woods aglow
Wondering what is below
Grateful the going is slow
Appreciating the show.
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(A Monorhyme Poem)
Tag: winter
March 22
I See A Smile
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Blithe
Boulder
Wearing a
New white hat of
Snow
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(A Lanturne Poem)
March 18
Iris reticulata
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Enduring many snow showers
With blooms I can stare at for hours
On gray cold days they don’t cower
Winter flowers! Winter flowers!
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(A Monotetra Poem)
March 17
Sugarbush
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Now we know how it feels to be
Living inside a still snow globe
With trees wearing snow like a thick robe
The winds blowing flakes all glittery
Surrounded by snow suddenly.
Snow settles in on trails knee deep
Making them soft, even the steep
The snow begins to settle down
The wind blows and shakes it around
Inside we make memories to keep.
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(A Decima Poem)
March 16
Whiteface
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Friends and family, destination Whiteface
For an extended adventure weekend
Squeezed in a glass gondola we ascend
Then we descend on boards and skis with grace
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Between snow and board Julie found space
Frozen faces, tired legs, hours we spend
Yard sales, bumps, winds, and laughs we descend.
At the summit looks like another place.
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Despite the noise from the front of the car
We made it down the longest eastern blue
And had a delicious locker room lunch
From open to close we really rode far
We had so much fun the time really flew
It was a great day with a great bunch.
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(A Petrarchan Sonnet)
March 12
Change is on the way
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Skunk cabbage! The first sign that spring
Is just a few sunsets away,
It’s mottled flowers reminding
To set the clocks forward timing
Transition to new kinds of play.
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Near time to stow board and bindings
Pull tent and bike from where they stay
Prepare for warm weather hiking.
Don’t yet put snow gear in hiding
Maybe we’ll still have a snow day.
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(A Copla Real Poem)
March 11
Winter Hike
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Went for a short winter wander
The empty trails make me ponder
Why aren’t folks outside
Exploring wide-eyed
Countryside
And yonder?
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(A Clogyrnach Poem)
March 4
Snow Day
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To work I am nonessential
Doesn’t matter my credential
So I get the day off to play
When they close for a snow day
I’ll admit that’s just fine with me
Hunkered at home is where I’ll be.
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It’s okay I’m not essential
Mainly when weather’s torrential
I’ll do my best to stay away
And try to hide my great dismay
Keeping calm seems to be the key
To hiding my snow day glee.
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In this free day there’s potential
Found time the most consequential
Though in my home I will stay
I’ll get to work without delay
Staying as busy as a bee
As if I’m my own employee
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At home I am influential
Time spent is experiential
While I believe play’s my forte
Sometimes the chores outweigh
So I stay here rather than flee
And get the work done around me.
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No this is not preferential
Nor is it inconsequential
To spend my free day in this way
From my to-do list I don’t stray
But before too long I will flee
To the mountains or woods for glee
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It’s okay I’m nonessential
About that I shout hooray
I’ll enjoy it I’ll guarantee
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(A Chanso Poem)
February 21
Winter Aconite
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Wearing ruffled scarves in the green of spring
at once an army of flowers emerge
though it’s cold and there may even be snow.
The troops have quickly spanned, naturalizing,
longer, warmer days causing the upsurge
from small brown tubers submerged deep below.
In gold cup-shaped helmets these soldiers spread.
Platoons March around the garden to merge
head to head, creating a glow
through which no other would be so bold to tread
but slow.
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(A Curtal Sonnet)
February 19
Crocus
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The calendar whispers,
“it is still winter here
in the northern hemisphere.”
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The warm air envelopes
encouraging the soft hum of bees buzzing
hinting to something otherwise.
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Countless bright purple crocus rise
to scream loudly
“spring is on the way!”
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(A Triversen Poem)
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