Cold Old Bones

Snow/Sleet in Jozi

Cold Old Bones

Winter crept, while we slept,

Into our homes and our cold old bones,

And joints with stiffly (f)rigid digits.

As we awoke the freezing air

Held us fast there in its grasp,

Held us tight with all its might,

We fight to breathe, we’d like to leave

For warmer climes, for heated homes

To ease the hurt of these cold old bones.

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Image and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 19 May 2013 20:13

Photo taken with my cellphone a few years ago.

There is creative reading as well as creative writing.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Tree

The Tree

You stand there naked on the hill
Like an appointed sentinel,
Bereft of all your summer glory,
Your limbs outstretched against the sky,
and silently watch the world go by.

Do you shiver in the chill?
Do you utter the smallest sound
When the frost blankets the ground
And the snow begins to thaw -
Do your roots get cold and sore?

Do you long for the return of spring,
For sunny days and balmy nights,
When children climb your leafy boughs
And raucous rooks perch way up high
To view the landscape beneath the sky?

Image: Willdoo_photobucket.com & Aubreyknight_photobucket.com
©DGA 26.06.2011 07:14

Has Winter Gone?

Has Winter Gone?

The air is warmer than it was before.
Has winter gone?

The feeling is back in my fingers and toes.
Has winter gone?

My nose no longer drips from the cold.
Has winter gone?

The sun shines longer than it used.
Has winter gone?

The ice has vanished from the breeze.
Has winter gone?

I’m sorry to disappoint you all,
But winter still has more in store.
As much as we wish summer were here,
There is at least another good while
Of winter’s cold to bear this year.

Photo: Windows7.desktop backgrounds.landscapes

©DGA

Sucker Punched

Sucker Punched

I have no poetry left in me,
Only snot and phlegm.
I’ve been aware for quite some time
That my immune system is very strong.
It has been more than twenty years
Since I have had a cold or cough,
So when I awoke on Wednesday night
With a sore, raw throat
Which progressed to all the other
Ghastly symptoms of a virus,
You could say I was surprised
To say the least.

A couple of days in bed…
Of course my pup took full advantage of the situation:

Photo’s: Author

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Winter Landscape

Winter Landscape

The frozen fingers of winter
Reach out and brush the earth
With her icy touch.
She blows her cold breath
And the white winter clouds
Scud across the pale blue sky.

Picture: Greg Zaal, Blender 3D Art

©DGA

Fickleness

Fickleness

Lying on the sandy beach
Or next to a swimming pool
In the searing summer sun;
Sweating, blistering,
Oh to be cold, oh to be cool!

Braving the open air
In the icy winter cold;
Wrapping up from head to foot,
Frozen extremities,
Oh to be warm, oh to be hot!

Characterized by erratic changeableness or instability, especially with regard to affections or attachments; capricious.

http://www.thefreedictionary.com/fickleness

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The Onset of Winter

The Onset of Winter

Sullen clouds, dark and menacing
Hang in the sky.
The air is damp and cold -
Frozen fingers, nose and toes.
Drip, drip, drip from the branches
Hanging down towards the ground.
Winter’s start. Sudden, fierce, chill.
Not forewarned, but expected
Nonetheless.

Photo: Author

NB – This photo was among those taken
in 2009 after a ‘freak’ five-minute storm

©DGA

The Street Beggar

The Street Beggar

On a cold wintery morning
Under the weak watery sun
Mother and child shivered together,
On a day barely begun.

They waited on the traffic isle
For the rush of cars to start,
Hoping for some charity
To relieve their starving hearts.

A few cars passed, too fast to see,
Then, bumper to bumper they came and went,
Blinkered people safe and warm,
Snug in their cocoons.

Photo: http://www.photobucket.com
©DGA 04.06.2010