Lately
it's been hard to focus. I rambled about no snow and what to my
wonderous eyes should appear but 2' of the white shite in one day.
I've never experienced such downfall. I left work early and it took
me an hour to uncover the car and arrive home. Usually it's 10
minutes. Unbelievable!
A few
days later, an ice storm. I would rather have snow than ice. It's
tippie toe all the way, even wearing cleats, praying I would make
it. The downfall is the wretched neck and shoulder muscles are
aching. Days later and they still are, mostly due to the nightly
shovelling.
There
are goblets half full moments. One is the landscape. When sun shines
on the glistening trees it becomes a magical world, one filled with
crystals dripping from worn down branches. From the waning full moon
reflection through the ole maple to sunrises shimmering along the
river oak tops, it tis a wonderous site.
The
other moment is listening to the ice chimes that tinkle when the wind
blows. Ice encrusted branches swing to and fro creating such a
symphony that Stravinsky would be proud of. All that is missing are
the bells of horse drawn sleighs through the snow.
“we
will pay for this”
echoes
from my mothers mind
for
a mild autumn