The Weekly Avocet, every Wednesday! January 16, 2013
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Weekly Avocet - January 16, 2013 SNOWGLOBE I take my grandson’s hand in mine as we trudge over brittle hoarfrost beneath the mad January moon, a pitch-black canopy of winter stars. Frigid wind and swirling snow nip our faces. We cross the threshold of a looming forest. An unseen stream speaks to us with reassuring cadence. He points to a twisted birch that bends low and reaches for the water. My mind slips back six decades: I stand beside my grandma in Woolworth’s Five and Dime. Her grip on my arm tightens painfully upon each offered treasure that I spurn. In desperation, I choose a snowglobe: pine trees, a speckled deer and two tiny observers -- one larger than the other. A sudden icy gale shatters my reverie, stabbing through mufflers and gloves.
“I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.”
We head home huddled together for closeness and for warmth. Lynn P. Elwell firstname.lastname@example.org
- Sir Isaac Newton -2-
Weekly Avocet - January 16, 2013 snowfall
lying in bed morning snowfall on the balcony
quietly watching a few lingering maple leaves become
snow cradles until top heavy and poof! they twist and sometimes
tumble with the crystals
there are things to do this morning...
snowfall on the balcony...
ayaz daryl nielsen email@example.com
“Look deep into nature, and then you’ll understand everything better.” - Albert Einstein -3-
Weekly Avocet - January 16, 2013
Filling bird feeder at daybreak, filigree
breath crystallizes, breathes in after-scent
of snow, smoke-laced in winter firmament.
Crested redbird sits on ice-flecked bough,
his sweet whistle call—a capella
flutters, softens under sepia sky
turned Giotto blue as we both soar.
Nancy Ann Schaefer firstname.lastname@example.org “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” - Rudyard Kipling -4-
Weekly Avocet - January 16, 2013
a naked boulevard
slow and solemn
as a soup line
death and her attendants
wear solitary wings;
in the hush,
pierced by the note
of a sparrow
Previously published in the Winter, 2011 issue of The Lyric
Barbara Astor email@example.com
“There can be no doubt that a society rooted in the soil is more stable than one rooted in pavements.” - Aldo Leopold
Weekly Avocet - January 16, 2013 cliffs
early morning rosetta cafe ethiopian brew finished lit-laborings waiting light mist falling lightfoot reminder “gales of november come early” rain changing to heavy snow year’s first blizzard sudden urge visit cliffs white blanket turning tranny miles snow blowing across highway slip-slap wiper arc road signs disappearing mysterious soul fugue steady trek to summit
t. kilgore splake firstname.lastname@example.org
We are the lucky ones, the lucky poets, who have nature for inspiration. Nature is everywhere, like poetry is everywhere, in every one.
Weekly Avocet - January 16, 2013 WINTER DREAMS I woke up this morning
All my neighbors slumber on
With stars still in the sky.
Winter diamonds velvet night
But oh, there is a glow
Red tail lights of a passing car
They sparkled hard and high.
The stillness starts to go.
Under amber street lights
Not a trace of wind has come
With branches etched so bold
To mar the snowy scene
Lay the dream of every child
I look for morning in the sky
The purest whitest snow.
For pink and rose and green.
Up from many chimneys
Streaks of light are in the east
Came the puffs of white
My childhood heart is yearning
Every furnace making heat
A further gift, the waning moon
Against the chill of night.
Hovers at the turning
Standing at my window
Slowly, forms that were so dark
Warm in satin gown
Emerge in tones of grey
Cat’s gone out, coffee’s on
The snow dreams of each child
Silence is profound.
Come bounding into DAY!
Bushes look like sugar lumps
Lynne Haussler Oakes
The driveway wears a sheen
The cat comes in, the coffee’s done
This is my private scene.
“Once you begin to stretch beyond what is familiar, you are able to stretch further.” - Terces
Weekly Avocet - January 16, 2013 Marina, In Winter Here, Bayside A solitary setting Subdued beauty, singular and changing Amid a symphony of synchronized humpback waves-Waves rolling tumbling racing As if following a leader, unconditionally-With distant echoing gulls retorting honking geese, A relaxed chorus line of undressed trees watches over The abandoned park, childless swing, lonely gazebo. Waiting. Now, As no visitors save one approach, A sprinkling of boats, seasonally orphaned, A sorority, sisters huddled together for warmth and protection, Sits silently, snowbound in backed-in berthsStaring, face to face-Each fitted with a white, stretch winter`s coat, These, once christened: Gusting Lady Vita Bella Merlo ll The Supernatural... Are part of an uncovened meeting, reveler-free, With naked masts at attention None but two with flags aloft, Each hibernates, impatiently waiting for Spring. «Please, hurry.
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