Unique
When you touch me I shiver
And it is good.
When you brush my skin so lightly I smile
And it is good.
You look like none other
And it is good.
Joy explodes in my childlike heart when I see you
And it is good.
Your visits are precious, for they are few
And it is good.
You float down from heaven to melt on my eyelids
And it is good.
Ken Goree
It’s about snowflakes :-)
Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
My experiences that gave rise to "Goose Food"
The poem Goose Food is grounded in my memories of time spent in Eastern
Washington in the late fall and through the winter. The air is dry
and cold, and the bare surface of the highway is the only thing not blanketed in a hard white crust that will linger until spring. The harsh Kittitas Valley wind whips snow in a whirling, twisting dance, like ghost snakes writhing over the aged and worn grey surface of the pavement.
“V” after “V” of Geese in formation drop into fields until there are thousands gathered together. A few stand guard as the flock talk, quarrel and grumble among themselves, while working to wrest sustenance from the frozen soil.
Washington in the late fall and through the winter. The air is dry
and cold, and the bare surface of the highway is the only thing not blanketed in a hard white crust that will linger until spring. The harsh Kittitas Valley wind whips snow in a whirling, twisting dance, like ghost snakes writhing over the aged and worn grey surface of the pavement.
“V” after “V” of Geese in formation drop into fields until there are thousands gathered together. A few stand guard as the flock talk, quarrel and grumble among themselves, while working to wrest sustenance from the frozen soil.
The Third
Goose Food
While driving through the country
I passed a snowy field
What was in the summer bountiful
Has given up its yield.
A thousand black shapes on there
I see them from a far
Grow in size, grey, black and white
As I approach them in my car.
They prod and poke with long neck and beak
For what is left behind
For the farmer, feeding geese in winter
Was not on his mind.
A seed or two they pull from earth
Some juicy bugs there, too
The frozen earth so hard gives up
A worm they'd not eschew.
I sip from my warm coffee cup
And those geese I watch
I aim my brand new camera
And freeze them with one shot.
I appreciate their beauty
As they seek out frozen stem
Their courageous struggle awes me
But I wouldn't want to be them.
K.G.
Brandon Myuse
While driving through the country
I passed a snowy field
What was in the summer bountiful
Has given up its yield.
A thousand black shapes on there
I see them from a far
Grow in size, grey, black and white
As I approach them in my car.
They prod and poke with long neck and beak
For what is left behind
For the farmer, feeding geese in winter
Was not on his mind.
A seed or two they pull from earth
Some juicy bugs there, too
The frozen earth so hard gives up
A worm they'd not eschew.
I sip from my warm coffee cup
And those geese I watch
I aim my brand new camera
And freeze them with one shot.
I appreciate their beauty
As they seek out frozen stem
Their courageous struggle awes me
But I wouldn't want to be them.
K.G.
Brandon Myuse
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Three, and counting ... again!
This morning, I was accused of being poetic in a Facebook status update. In spirit, I guess I was, but that doesn’t count as starting early, does it?
My post went like this:
“As I sit here, coffee in hand, snowflakes muffle the sounds of the world.
I take a sip, then inhale the cold breeze through the open window. The
ducks on the pond sit, with heads tucked under wings, on half submerged
logs. The snow gently deepens on their backs. Should I invite them in?”
A few friends felt the mood I was in:
V – “Yes, do it!”
JB- “I vote YES!”
This one earned a kiss:
JW- “You're such a writer!!! Love it!”
This one, accusing me of being poetic would have earned a kiss, but she is married.
Extra points for the challenge, though:
KJ- “So poetic...now write about how it turned to rain, and now to sunshine.
I wanted the snowflakes to stay!”
My response:
Me- “Today's weather is like our children. It started with it us saying, "Oh,
how beautiful and wonderful in every way. I wish it could stay this way
forever." Then soon we were saying, "Oh God, you can't be serious, you did
not just do that. Stop it, it, stop it, aarrrgghh, stop it!" (weather and
children make us sound so mature and intelligent). And now we are saying,
"Oh my, look how beautiful you become. Aahhh."
“Oh, and I did invite the ducks in. They looked at me as though I was crazy,
as did the neighbors.”
I love my friends :-)
PS - I tried to do some formatting, indenting the original post and comments, but it didn't work out. I don't know why. If anyone wants to tutor me through formatting, I'd be thrilled and thankful.
My post went like this:
“As I sit here, coffee in hand, snowflakes muffle the sounds of the world.
I take a sip, then inhale the cold breeze through the open window. The
ducks on the pond sit, with heads tucked under wings, on half submerged
logs. The snow gently deepens on their backs. Should I invite them in?”
A few friends felt the mood I was in:
V – “Yes, do it!”
JB- “I vote YES!”
This one earned a kiss:
JW- “You're such a writer!!! Love it!”
This one, accusing me of being poetic would have earned a kiss, but she is married.
Extra points for the challenge, though:
KJ- “So poetic...now write about how it turned to rain, and now to sunshine.
I wanted the snowflakes to stay!”
My response:
Me- “Today's weather is like our children. It started with it us saying, "Oh,
how beautiful and wonderful in every way. I wish it could stay this way
forever." Then soon we were saying, "Oh God, you can't be serious, you did
not just do that. Stop it, it, stop it, aarrrgghh, stop it!" (weather and
children make us sound so mature and intelligent). And now we are saying,
"Oh my, look how beautiful you become. Aahhh."
“Oh, and I did invite the ducks in. They looked at me as though I was crazy,
as did the neighbors.”
I love my friends :-)
PS - I tried to do some formatting, indenting the original post and comments, but it didn't work out. I don't know why. If anyone wants to tutor me through formatting, I'd be thrilled and thankful.
Three, and counting
I have to say, I do love to wake up to snow. I'm quite confident that people on the East Coast are not saying the same thing this morning. I'm sorry for them, but those of us here in the Pacific Northwest are enjoying them. Here, snowflakes are few and far between, and they are very often wet, soggy and oh so temporary. One of the little joys that goes along with this is, it seems like I have a new car. The color changes, and it gets clean. Sadly, it has only looked clean once since last winter's snow.
I don't have to go outside to tell that it is a wet snow, though. I can hear the slushy wetness rushing out ahead of rolling tires, as the cars pass by. It lacks the crisp crunchy screech of styrofoam bits being rubbed together.
For now, I'll sit back and sip my coffee by the fire, and be awed and comfortable as the flakes continue to fall.
I don't have to go outside to tell that it is a wet snow, though. I can hear the slushy wetness rushing out ahead of rolling tires, as the cars pass by. It lacks the crisp crunchy screech of styrofoam bits being rubbed together.
For now, I'll sit back and sip my coffee by the fire, and be awed and comfortable as the flakes continue to fall.
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