SoCS: Breathing Seasons

Breathe in Breathe out Lungs cauterized by winter’s frozen retort Stark trees bare their darkened soul Breathe in Breathe out Lungs refreshed by spring’s unprocessed reply White birch bare their newborn green Breathe in Breathe out Lungs parched by summer’s brazen song Limbs bare their sultry, layered bark Breathe in Breathe out Lungs clear and crisp by autumn’s chameleon chatter Leaves bare their red and golden hues Breathe in Breathe out Lungs expand and collapse by pages on the calendarRead more

SoCS: Lips and Gremlins

It’s been one of those weeks. Blipping tiring and frustrating. Mostly work related with a bit of messed-up weather. The Elevator Story I was out of town for a couple days this week, at a business meeting in Madison. One of my peers had been bemoaning the fact that “the gremlins” were after her all day Monday. Anything that could go wrong, went wrong. I sat next to her during the Tuesday portion of the meeting. At about 4:00 pm,Read more

SOCs: Soul vs. Sole

A warming soul Thaws into a puddle For a day Amid a sun’s swaddling Amid a cloud’s pouring Enveloped in glorious fifty And, then Ridges of a sole Hurry across frozen For a day Amid the pewter clouds Amid a snickering snowfall Enveloped in unwanted thirty Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus pointsRead more

Tanking it to Winter

I received an email on Monday from a co-worker. “Are you done with the weather yet?” My response… “I want to run over Father Winter with a tank. A huge tank.” She deadpanned… “There’s no need for violence.” Oh, yes there is, my dear. Yes, there is. The need for a tank began at the end of January, when a snowstorm turned into -50 F wind chills. Father Winter has been miserable ever since. Snow Ice More Snow More IceRead more

Winter Burn

“Nothing burns like the cold.”  ~George R.R. Martin~ Boy and girls… It’s freakin’ cold here in Wisconsin. High temp today around -10F (-23C), with wind chills that feel like hell has frozen over. At the time this post publishes, circa 6 am, the actual temperature will be around -20F (-29C) with a “real feel” wind chill of -50F (-45.5C). Yeah, that burns. The Governor declared a State of Emergency on Monday after a major snowstorm and the impending cold. GoodRead more

SoCS: Tins of Memories

Tin of mom’s pecan fingers Clove-pierced ham Cinnamon and butter yams Brandy-soaked fruitcake Tastes of Christmas gone by Tinseled, ornamental tree Magical lights of color Ruby red poinsettia Presents not quite hidden Sights of Christmas gone by Tinkly angel candle chimes Noisy jingle bells Choirs praising His birth Ripping wrapping paper Sounds of Christmas gone by Tinged by melty marshmallows and chocolate Incense of midnight mass Piney needles of a fresh-cut tree Dough, sugar, butter baking in the oven SmellsRead more

SoCS: Lots of Means, No Ways

I haven’t blogged since October 31st. That means I might have been a little busy. With other things. Like a Risk Management Conference in Madison on the first two days in November. This means that I was able to fill my bag with goodies from the vendor booths, like pads of paper and post-it notes, pens, chip clips, squeezie penguins, more pens, tote bags, highlighters, little plastic calendars, and leftover Halloween treats. Scratch that last one. Being on a part-Keto,Read more

Hanging Pictures

Natasha and I were held hostage in the apartment this past weekend. Wisconsin had an April blizzard that left around 21″ of wet, heavy snow in Appleton, under which was water and ice. Tons of white winter fun! So, we spent the weekend cooking, baking, watching TV, surfing the internet, sewing, playing with the cats, laying around, etc. Natasha braved the awful weather on Saturday to follow her daughter’s car and make sure she made it home safe. Natasha isRead more

SoCS: Old Man Aggressive

He hides in the shadow of summer Snarls with his upper lip Waits ready, anxious to pounce with Canadian cold Hostility chases away retreating geese Gives shivers to a fading tan Takes aggressive to the edge as if he were a hungry lion Old man bitterly bites a cheek or two Whirls across smooth black tar Leaves his signature of white and never wants to leave He punches spring in the gut Sends warmth to the ground Adheres himself withRead more

It’s April

Oh thou crappy snow Why are you bothering me? It’s April and I’m a fool for believing a whisper that you would be gone at the end of March You were scarce around here all winter Oh thou crappy snow Why do you show up now? Why do you torment me? Why do you scatter your white, icy, wet flakes on the ground? It’s April and I’m a fool for believing that I would be riding a bike after theRead more

Sunday Rejuvenation

Sunday is as Sunday does A beautiful gift from God above Placid waters and winter’s wheaty grass Wondering if the attempt of warmth will last Sunday is at it rests upon wooden bench While rejuvenation seeks to be quenched Take in the view, smell coming of spring Listen to geese upon their honking wing Sunday is as one day in time It’s cool, calm energy feels sublime A walk along it’s graceful edge Removes the cobwebs from life’s head SundayRead more

Gone

Gone are the flowers of summer. Burgundy, pink and white. They lived forever, it seems. Through rain and blazing sun bright. Gone are the hues of precious petals. The colors that swathed the porch. They lived forever, it seems. And held nature’s beautiful torch. Gone are the leaves that climbed and spread. The vine as it followed its trail. They could have lived forever, it seems. Impatiens under the guise of frail. Gone are the flowers, into an empty field.Read more