This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
I have started to edit some of these mostly the kids poetry. I think there might be enough here for a book. We shall see.
I make no claim that much of this is “good” poetry. But I do make the claim that I loved doing it and I learned something and some of it makes me cry.
slosh and slush
slosh and slush
snow and ice
driving ‘round
not too nice
best to stay
tucked inside
blanket’s warm
here I’ll hide
Old Man Winter
Old Man Winter
he often blusters in
but then his forces settle
the light begins to dim
he twists his frosty grip
over air and ground and light
nothing can escape him now
the day has lost to night
locked inside his icy grasp
like holding frost-filled breath
don’t relent, hold his gaze
or it will mean your death
one day he will falter
seem to melt away
you will feel the warmth again
the night will fade to day
in the deep winter
in the deep winter
the sun hangs his head
shadows grow stronger
all things look dead
brightness surrounds
but the light has no strength
been worn out, grown tired
stretched too far lengths