Tag: denial

It’s a Freakin’ Winter Wonderland Out There

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The woods outside my window
that not too long ago
were green and lush and filled with birds
are now just filled with snow.

I’m hoping this is just a drill
a sloppy, wet ‘dry run’
‘cause I’m not done with autumn yet,
there’s still a lot of fun

I haven’t had and bonfires
I never got to light.
It’s still too soon to trade the leaves of gold
for piles of white.

If I was in charge of things,
if I could have my say,
snow would fall on Christmas week
then quickly melt away.

Brisk autumn weather would prevail
with lots of sunny skies.
But nature is a fickle twit
who likes to improvise.

The woods outside my window
are white but I still dream
that twixt Chinooks and El Nino
we may still see some green.

We all cope in different ways
to overcome our trials,
so for the next six months I think
I’ll slip into denial.
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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.

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Denial

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Rosy glows bloom pinkly on cheeks
Snow flake petals fall, crisp and cold,
but after a few dozen weeks
those winter analogies get old.

They’re just a form of denial
wrapped ‘round a soft core of longing
A dream of a tropical isle
Sandal-ing and sarong-ing

An un-winter type place to go
where the sand is as white as snow.

 

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The Five Stages of Food Grief

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Denial
Eggs can’t be bad for me
I’m sure I read an article
that told me that they wouldn’t hurt
my ventricles and hearticles.

Anger
Drat it! Everything I like
has cholesterol and salt.
I should smack the manufacturer.
It’s all his gol dern fault.

Bargaining
I could eat a steak today
then for the next two weeks
drink water, and browse melba toast,
and  salads laced with leeks.

Depression
Oh, I give up. If it tastes good
I should probably spit it out.
I won’t live any longer but
it’ll feel that way, no doubt.

Acceptance
What is this? Guacamole?
Whole grain bread, home made jam?
Food’s better when it’s fresh
and doesn’t come out of a can.

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Just This Once

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Frost, geese in a vee,
September is here again.
Where did summer go?

Time to start the drift
into winter denial.
There is no escape.

The darkness that falls
too early and leaves too late
is the hardest part.

Frost, geese in a vee.
Take me with you when you go.
Just this once, just once.

 

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