10am – left New Hampshire in a fog
11:09 – “Hey, it’s Snowin’!!!”
11:19 – weaving in and out of bands of heavy snow
12:45 – still in Connecticut and there’s ICE on the naked trees, for miles;
no dripping though, nothing’s wet, so the ice happened because
there was precip in the upper atmosphere which was cold enough
to harden. When looking ahead, the trees glisten in the sunlight a
beautiful white – otherwise, it’s dry ground, and very cold.
Hit NY state at 1:07ish with the blue sky and fair-weather clouds, a lttle
windy, BUT LOOK, at the higher elevations the ICE shines
from the trees!
Paid the last two tolls with talkers in front of us… ahhh, we’re moving again
but now we’re in the Empire State, it’s 1:35 and who knows what awaits
when we arrive home?!
Wow, NJ looks dry, the snow has melted, but there’s no signs of snow, rain, sleet, or shiny trees!
2:07 arrived home. Glad we only drove through that mess and didn’t have any of that while tapping maple trees for SaWEET Maple Syrup! Now, what do we have for lunch that hasn’t grown things?
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. . it was so long he had entrapped showing his teeth – he was a night stalker grumbling and growling and pacing with anticipated mirth, he was sure the last laugh would be his . his patience grew weaker … Continue reading
I’m in my eighth decade
an octogenarian, is how I’m deemed to the public
and stamped with all-too noticable marks of death –
melanoma ridden age spots and a brain
not knowing how to do simple tasks.
I do dislike the fog hovering,
yet imparting clarity when it’s appropriate
when my life depends on such knowledge,
this is why I write.
although frail and withered
from remedies man has made to conquer the evils dealt,
man’s homemade unnatural concoctions
have no place in my life, for
i can still climb mountains and dance a belly dance
in my mind
that hasn’t been altered,
yet the disease I was born with continues to rear the ugliness.
and for reasons only
the core inside
I live now, to connect
that core within’s motivations
to share, so that you may learn, or at least
nod your head, so I know you understand.
the wrenching of my gut, my umbilicle spirit
saved me from deceptive hands
cloaked and wiling to compress the air from my lungs
strength, forward, rejubenate, recompse, MEi knew that i had to depart from that life
to live to find the ME, that was lost, stolen, raped.
my umbilicle spirit
gave strength to move forward,
rejuvenate and recompose who I am.
my umbilicle spirit
turned inside-out, to reveal all that is important
so I could dismiss all that is not.
~dld november 10, 2010
dual writing challenges:
T10: Words, Inc., Wednesday:
(1) fog, and (2) frail
The Muse Is In: Prompt #86, Wise Elder
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