lone Daddy long legs
translucent in candle light
weaves downward spiral
After Dark,
my favourite CBC broadcast
surrounds me with easy vibes
I need this comfort this night
Tis a night worthy of soothing chords,
relaxing melodies, and peaceful vocals
making one forget the day, the week
I will wake in a new beginning
Running with Insanity plays,
I ponder such a fitting title for these days
though words sing of hope
will it last
White Shite is moving in,
thankful it’s the weekend
and not Sunday night
greased snow shovel awaits
bird feeder AKA squirrel feeder
is full, awaiting the blizzard
they need to eat too
as do I, but not during the storm
squirrels are spoiled
with leftover Christmas cookies,
Ginger Snaps are favoured
the zing provides a giggle
I wished an employee good life
a Syrian refugee who we gave a new beginning
he wrote my name in Arabic as a farewell
I am so honoured
rhymes are a tad off this night
this is more of a pondering
before I bid a good night
and wishing for a sound sleep
New Years night is foreboding
streets are without travelers
neither two-legged or vehicular,
no shadows cast upon the landscape
of grey and brown, an ugly quiet
Slowly the air becomes brighter,
falling flakes clouding street lights
and the dismal landscape silently
takes on a winter whiteness
First light reveals a lighter landscape
the garden is blanketed in white
shrubs and trees have laden branches
long awaited moisture has arrived
and in the stillness there remains quiet