Thin ice shimmers on the mini pond. Minute snowflakes float down like dust. Biting cold nips my fingers as I fill the bird feeders. Winter fights back.
Winter Fights Back
08 Mar 2023 2 Comments
in aros, Short Poems Tags: aros, winter, cold, bird feeders, snowflakes, ice, pond
Deep Freeze
12 Feb 2021 1 Comment
in aros Tags: aros, bird feeders, birds, freeze, ice, pond, spring
Deep freeze.
The birds empty the feeders.
I can’t break the ice on the pond.
Spring retreats, regroups.
Long Overdue – Septolet
11 Sep 2017 4 Comments
in aros, Septolet Tags: aros, cold, de-frosting, freezer, ice, Septolet, wet
Having re-blogged an article on Saturday, not my usual blogging day, I decided to revert to small stones poetry today, especially as I am enjoying writing Septolets so much at the moment!
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Cold
and wet
ice dripping,
mopping puddles.
A job
long overdue —
de-frosting the freezer!
Ice
26 Nov 2013 3 Comments
in aros, Haiku Tags: aros, cars, gardens, haiku, house, ice, Jack Frost, snowfall
Ice, like light snowfall,
on house roofs, cars and gardens;
Jack Frost passing through.
Snow At Last!
05 Feb 2012 4 Comments
in aros, Musings, Short Poems Tags: aros, forecast, ice, mist, snow, winter
Snow at last; it started with snizzle —
you know, that cross between snow and drizzle.
Soon enough with hardly a sound
it came down in flakes that covered the ground,
falling from noon till the darkness of night,
almost like daylight in dazzling white,
turning briefly to rain but not washed away.
With temperatures dropping ice will hold sway.
This morning is misty, exactly as forecast
but what they can’t tell is how long it will last.
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Be careful what you wish for! I had been longing to see some snow before winter was over but what I didn’t expect was for it to come at such an inconvenient time. My daughter was due home yesterday evening from a skiing trip to Austria. Due to fly in to Birmingham their flight was diverted to first Luton and then Stanstead in the south-east where they were the last plane to land before that too was closed. After hanging around for a couple of hours waiting for a transfer coach back to pick up the car in Birmingham they were told the buses refused to run. So, together with another couple, she and her partner hired a car and drove through the night in trecherous conditions at between 20-30 mph back to Birmingham. They collected the car and drove up to us where they were spending the night before returning home to mid-Wales. They arrived with us at 5.30 in the morning!
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