Category: A New Poem Every Morning

Wrinkled

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Life is a bit like a shirt in a dryer.
All wet behind the ears when we start out,
we tumble around aimlessly, get all
hot under the collar, and then
end up cooling down and wrinkling.

Life is a bit like fruit in a fridge.
All bursting with freshness when we start out,
we absorb too much of what surrounds us,
get pushed back one too many times, and then
end up turning grey and wrinkling.

Life is a lot like me and you in the time machine.
All adventure bound and stepping on butterflies,
Hot tumbles, absorbing and bursting, pushing back and then
Ending up cool, grey, wrinkled
and loved.

#358

Hot Flash!

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In some latitudes she’s violent,
In some she is benign,
In most, her disposition
is dependent on the time
of year it is, but usually
there’s a possibility
of predicting her behaviour
With some chance of accuracy.
And then there is the Peace region,
where she has the power
to jump from minus twenty
to zero in an hour.
Bet on Peace region temperatures
if you want to lose your cash
Cause this is where Ma Nature comes
When she’s having a hot flash.

#355

The Five Stages of Winter

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Denial is that first skiff of snow.
“It’ll never stick, you’ll see!”

Anger starts when that little skiff
gets up past your knees.

Bargaining is when you shovel the walk
but the rest you just ignore.

Depression blows in when the drifting snow
Is halfway up your door.

Acceptance starts when you come to terms
That winter’s here to stay

and right after that the sun comes out
and the snow all melts away.

#353

Chinook

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It starts as an arch out on the horizon.
Soft, aqua blue in milky, white skies and
I know that it’s coming,
Chinook is coming,
warm wind is coming today.

Then the first breath begins, the snow laden branches
quiver and start to release avalanches.
I know that it’s blowing,
Chinook is blowing,
Warm wind is blowing today.

Then the snow dervish swirls, all heedless abandon,
carving yesterday’s snow into sculptures at random,
I know that it’s dancing
Chinook is dancing
Warm wind is dancing today

I punch through the snow drifts, Chinook creeps behind me
and fills in my footprints. They may never find me
And I know that it’s restless
Chinook is restless
Warm wind is restless today.

Just before snow melts right down to the ground
Chinook loses interest and blows out of town
And I know that it’s leaving
Chinook is leaving
Warm wind is leaving today

#352

Heads on Spikes

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I always leave the pruning too late.
When spring comes, there are so many seed
heads on spikes
of bleached and
pleached canes and stems.
It’s like clearing away after Vlad the Impaler.
But it’s still better than shovelling snow.

#350

Big Brother

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Red hair and freckles.
Horsie-back rides.
The six foot long scarf you knit one winter,
bright red with white stripes at the ends.
The long waits for the school bus in the cold
and the day you made a fire to keep us warm.
The way you covered letters on the mailbox
with mittened hands and
changed James Carroll’s name into
‘Jam roll’.
A big brother is an anchor,
a deep well of comfort in the middle
of a life.

#349