Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Where did January go?

 
drink the snow
my feathered friends
until the temp rises


four days after snow
the temperature warm enough
to open the door

 
 



kites at dusk  a warm January  at sea side - from M.Villines' FB post, 2014
 
birdseed and littermost important purchases after spate of snow




late January  sparrow bathing  in last night's rain


losing patience  with posting blogs   on old Vista PC


Pat Laster, 1. 26. '16


 
 

Saturday, January 16, 2016

The old Vista to the rescue - poems

When routine doesn't work, try something(s) else, photo by PL
Speaking of calamities, it's a calamity when I can't access my blogs!
So, I go back to my old, beloved Vista laptop for a solution.
 

Fun Times in the Cold

 
C alamities arrive in winter time
O pressing people unprepared for such.
L ow-level levees break, send river’s ice
D ebris throughout the town. And then it snows

 
W ith whispers: It’s that time you’ve waited for!
E liminate your whines and wails. Be bold!
A bandon inside warmth and bundle up!
T ake walks, build snowmen, tote some wood to porch.
H aul kiddies in the sledge that’s hung for such
E mergencies. Emergencies?  Of course!
R emember all your fun times in the cold?

~~~
 





A Short Winter Poem

Four bluebirds,
 
a sparrow,
balancing
in winter’s wind
on the thin
beautyberry
twigs, eating
frozen fruits.
~~~
 


 
 


 
And then I saw it was January
 
I looked around
some days beyond
      December, found the year
     had fled. Instead
     the Janus month,
     cold January’s here!

     Oh, snow and ice
     and bitter cold.
     The north wind howls apace.
     The schools are closed,
     some churches, too,
     but, oh! Bright winter’s face!
 
                                                      The old cat sleeps
     beside the fire,
     his paw above an eye.
     Before too long,
     ‘Mom Nature will
     blow January by.
 
 








 
 









Friday, January 8, 2016

Poems while riding home after a week's mission trip to South Louisiana

bare crepe myrtle "tree" that was weighted down by years of honeysuckle vines
 
 
ON THE WAY  HOME
Foggy
winter morning.
Cell tower disappears
about half-way up. Live oak trees
blurry.
~~
 
fog
in south Louisiana
no cat feet visible
~~
 
TIRED & SLEEPY
Early
morning return
drive from a week's mission
trip to south Louisiana--
quiet.
~~
 
OHHHH!
Bunion
hurting: too tight
walking shoes not often
worn, ankles swelling from too much
sitting.
~~
 
Louisiana swamps
with gooshy gumbo mud
good homes for crawdads
~~
 
A WEEK WITHOUT A NAP!
I slept
most of the way
home, having missed my naps
because of the afternoon work
schedule.
~~
 
QUESTIONS
Are bare
trees considered
ugly? fascinating?
Invite metaphors? similes?
You choose.
~~
 
January 8 2016 - PL