Cold and brown is the current situation where I live.
I’d welcome lush and green right about now!
For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a week Challenge: Opposite Weather
Tag: Cold
Once There Was a Warrior
His hut is the farthest from the fire.
It makes him feel brave and independent.
He built it out of timbers, straw and stone
with sticks for a door to impede intruders.
His people are hunters and gatherers,
reliant on wild game and edible plants.
His hunt takes him deep into the wilderness
where adventure stirs his spirit and enriches his soul.
Though he’s content to share the air with all living things,
he realizes sacrifices must be made.
When day is done, he brings his bounty to the fire
which burns in a circular pit lined with stone.
The aroma of roasting meat fills the air
and beckons those in their hut to share his food.
In praise, their gratitude becomes a song
composed and chanted in rhythm with the wind.
The fire that moments ago was a tool for cooking,
now bears a mocking resemblance to the sun
providing warmth and brightness to the night.
Around a smoky campfire the stories begin
bouncing back and forth across the flames.
Like kindling, words spark imagination.
Truths lead to legends and myths are born of lies.
Tall tales come to a halt when the embers die
and people wander quietly to their home.
His hut may be the farthest from the fire,
but stories fill his dreams and he is never cold.
Poem prompted by photo taken at Stonehenge in Wiltshire, England. The hut is a replica of one lived in 4,500 years ago by those who built Stonehenge.
When You’re Not Here
Days are bleak and cold
Without you here beside me
I feel so alone
Rest assured, dear readers, that I am neither sad nor alone; but the sight of this snow-covered glider speaks of solitude to me, thus prompting the Haiku.
The main rule of Haiku writing, of course, is three lines containing 5, 7 and 5 syllables respectively, but there are many acceptable ways to accomplish that. One popular technique is the “complete thought per two lines” rule. Imagine if I removed the third line. Would the first two lines form a complete sentence or thought? Conversely, if the first line was removed, would the second and third lines be complete? When You’re Not Here is an example of this technique.
Wishing you warmth and contentment today and always,
Grammy
A Winter’s Walk
A snowy walk on a Winter day
Only the geese are going my way
The silence is deafening; the snow is deep
Creatures who scurry have fallen asleep
Twigs on the branches are brittle and bare
The soul of next Spring is buried somewhere
I love the beauty; the freedom to roam
Now snow-covered boots are walking me home
Not Forlorn For Long
Occasionally,
a coldness touches my soul
and then you warm me
