Whether or Weather patterns!

The weather was balmy warm for a winter’s day

Along the path now bare of snow

I slowed my pace along the way

There from the rivers edge, a lake, an overflow

A detour I decided would bring me near

All the stations

To those I hold so dear

Climbing over rocks and brush, felt a new sensation

Deeply now in new terrain

Sinking boots in muck

Soaked from top to bottom now in rain

Every boot and every sock

Up to my knees now not in snow

But in a hidden lake

Neither back nor forward go, this was a hoot

White covers where just a fake

And with a thud I pulled my boot

Laid my rump over a stump

And then became unglued

Up and above I climbed, a soaking lump

A two foot wide dead tree it wooed

Dressed in snow and slithery moos

Finally set me free it would

There now I stood and breathing deep and at a loss

How further to proceed 

The glittering surface down below

Some anxiety indeed

And much apprehension sow

A helping hand a dogwood bush

Would balance my domain

I moved a foot you heard a whoosh

From speed I would abstain

Slowly on that slippery log

One foot at a time

Trying to avoid the bog

Dark and dreary brine

Looking twenty feet ahead

A balanced person would have said

I shall turn back instead

I am already wet

That boyish nature long forgot,

It dared me all the way,

It put me on the spot

Called it mere Childs play

Never could resist a dare

The devil me not shame

For my pride I would care

Not too old or tame

I said and off I went

Weaving back and forth

My will this path would bent

Just keep on going north

Tense moments did ensue

Here and there a slip

Determined tough to cheat this brew

Very careful not to trip

Deep within that forest clearing

The road I could not see

And as the end was nearing

Was not a mount but sea

A snow bank had found refuge

Raised from that end on high

But at the other end a subterfuge

More water there did lie

All this effort now I thought for not

What to do go back or forth

Can’t stay forever on this spot

Neither way a pennies worth

Much time had passed and soaked me to the skin

I grit my teeth and took the plunge

Soaked now from without and from within

I should have had a hunch

While standing there midriff in swamp

Held hostage by the sea

A bird from branch to branch would jump

It was a chickadee

I guess she thought before he drown

I’ll help him with his weight

On wet food will not frown

Sat on my hand and ate

She herself was soaking wet

She did not mind her fate

Not water found a threat

Came back to me and ate

Politely I said my friend

I’ll put some food, for here I cannot stay

I want this not become a trend

She smiled and flew away

Soaked to the bone now homeward bound

I leave my friendly calls

All I am sure they’re food have found

I’m soaked right to the balls!

09/01/2008