January came in like a lion roaring
Madness in freezing sleet slithering
Down, around, over and under
Cocooning everything in its path.
A glazed panoramic ice world of Mother Nature's making.
Through the still, velvet night, the pop, pop, pop retort
Of snapping, cracking, felled trees littered the battlefield.
Down came the Kwanza cherry and the Bradford pear
Never to blossom again. The Japanese pine stands
Naked, stripped of its long, soft needles.
A quiet inferno, taking power lines, TV cable, throwing society
Back into the dark ages, primitively coping with silent technology.
Cold homes, new diets. Sequestered souls, alone, self-reliant,
Wondering when winter will end.
Makes one wonder how we lived without electricity before 1900. There was no help for trees in those days. When ice storms came, they either lived or died. Come to think of it, from your poem, the same is true today.
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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