Month: February 2025

spring ahead

it’s time to write a poem, no doubt,

but what am i to muse about?

our country’s state is looking sad–

so politics is out.

perhaps i could expound my view

on sacred things i think are true,

but that might make some people mad–

so no religion, too.

and yet, here, on this winter’s day,

there is one thing that i could say

that’s sure to make most people glad–

spring is on its way!

–photo by me

the fat lady sings (archives)

the end is come, the veil falls

an earthquake breaks the temple walls

hell freezes over, donkeys fly

in chicken little’s falling sky

the son of god comes back again

a comet brings a fiery end

the mayan calendar runs out

the trumpets sound, the angels shout

atomic war destroys the nations

shiva’s wrath aborts creation

the universe implodes at last

for time itself has come and passed

–image by ai

Shot of the Morning 2/13/25

So far, February has been much colder than January; it seems like we’ve been a month behind in weather all winter. That may have been beneficial on the front end of the season, but it will not bode well come spring.

It’s almost 30 below again this morning. Cars make a crunching noise on the snow, there are popping sounds from the buildings as they contract, and the great, unblinking eye of an ice halo glares at us puny men.

i’m chilled to the bone

by the great eye’s icy stare–

that, and bitter cold

–Photo by me