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slide through silk

By Jonathan McCallum

“snow” by Jonathan McCallum

crossing freshly fallen trail of


skis slide through silk,


falling light,


moon bright,


welcoming fireside cottage,


Poem by Jonathan McCallum @peoplepoesia Poetry Blog

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White Showers

School children wait, anxious for that first flake to fall-

“The weatherman said…” cried a child under her breath.

Workers  share the same anxiousness, hoping the snow waits-

until they are home by the fireside with their lover.

Snow plow operators can’t wait, they have to be ready,

start their engines when that first flake falls.


And it is so beautiful as it coats everything in white,

Children rejoice as they play in the frozen fluff.

Parents who can, relax and watch the joy on their faces.

Then drivers notice that the snow is turning to slush.

Such beauty becomes an ugly grey mess, and yet, next time,

We, for some reason, go through the same routine.


Back on the roof I went

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

It snowed and snowed and snowed some more. It was a day of pushing snow around the landscape, that had looked so warm the day before. The sun was supposed to show up yesterday and warm up all that wet snow and I knew what that meant. Yes back up onto the roof I would go. He put the heavy ladder up against the lowest roof line and held the ladder while I went up with cameras wrapped up in plastic bags and placed into a canvas bag, I also brought up the electrical wire draped over my good shoulder and prayed I made it to the top of the ladder with no slip ups. Once upon the roof I found out rather quickly how slippery it was and fell hard on my bad knee. Is that not the way when you have an injury?  Now I had to get…

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Back Up Onto The Roof

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

I hope this is not how my whole winter will go.  Snow removal seems to run days together.  Tonight we are getting rain maybe lots and lots of rain and then some will have major icy event.  Trees will be lost as well as homes and cars they fall onto.  Our state has called in help from the states south of us as they prepare for the worst one of which could be no power come Christmas morning.  So many states face this year after year and we do every 5 to 8 years  and it is so sad to see very few real old trees in the landscapes.

OK time for some photos so you can see where I spend time each day. 

Upon climbing up and across the roof I am met with this.  Heat Loss?  I would say by the looks of this, the job paid for…

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Sunless skies, endless
grey clouded over grey crusted
snow, creating havoc for crocus shoots
struggling to make their stand.

Winter, a slow
death by its thousand windy cuts
and imperceptable emotional fade, now
so few words shared between them.

All purple and
orange in full bloom swathed across
front yard lawns stirring expectations, and
memories of their languid summer days.

Teal sky
days that start warm ending warmer,
their uninterrupted steady sun and their
sleeveless shirts and moist sweaty skin.

Sun, her kiss
once assured his unsteady heart. So many
purple and orange reasons to be hopeful but
March, always the cruel reminder.

written March 2013
revised FOR April 2013 :- /


Time for a New Challenge

I just discovered the huitain. It is a Spanish form that has eight lines, and each line has eight syllables. The rhyme scheme is ababbcbc.

To wit:

It snowed eight inches, snowed some more,
until our land was turned to white.
We couldn’t open up our door
because of winter’s active night.
Now sun shines on this lovely sight
and melts the snow to rivulets.
Has winter taken its last bite?
What do you think? Let’s make our bets!

OK, OK, so it’s not the best poem in the world, but at least it gives you an idea of how a huitain should go.

Let’s submit some more. I’d love to see what you can come up with.

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The shade of Time

Théoule Sur Mer

Théoule Sur Mer

Snow melted down on Théoule,
But the sea seems cool – no swell -.
After another defeated night,
I regret the sweetest feast.

Was damaged by the shade of Time ;
You all, inanimate objects,
What has become of my soul ?
On that bad galley, I row !

And I need the sea breeze,
Otherwise, I foam and boil with rage
Like a sailor lost in town,
Prisoner of a servile life.

Give me now the sun warmin’
My skin, and like a dragonfly,
I will fly near the water sources
And wish I never bow again !

February, the 24th



Just one more day to go
Yes February will soon be but a memory
We have broken so many records with our snow
I know I show you pretty pictures but trust me it has been dreary.

As the rains fall hard in our yard today
Birds are eating what I have offered them with added fury
Then I watch as they rush back to their fray
I bet when the sun comes back they too will be in their glory

February has been a lot like winters of past
The snow just kept dumping on us blast after blast
Snowfall records have even been surpassed
I am really amazed with all this snow and ice I did not end up wearing a CAST!

Thank you March for coming along hurry please
I will turn a year older wiser as well I am sure
I am actually looking forward to flowers covered with bees
I guess as I reflect upon these words if it was always spring I would be bored.


Snow Coming?

Here comes the snow, just very gently now.
I wonder if predictions will come true,
that we will have enough to need the plow.
Six, seven, eight, the inches will accrue,

according to the weatherman. We’ll see.
So far it simply flutters through the air
with no accumulation. I agree
with weather guys, but only sometimes. Dare

I wish for one more covering? This cold
needs snow, a partner in the winter dance.
Please, just enough for memory to hold?
Then we’ll move on and let the spring advance.




My Day


It starts with waking

Then I watch the yard as daylight arrives

This place is so amazing

I can hear the Blue Jay cries

I hear the others chatting just outside the window

They flit from branch to branch

They pick up and crack seeds I put out the night before

Should I forget them they will actually fly into the window

No not by accident but to get my attention

They are as spoiled here as the dog and cat are






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