You might cut yourself
No Snow
And so dusty too
In the tropics
the people know
life is languid:
there is no snow.
…
Moving, working,
and thinking: slow.
What’s the hurry?
It will not snow.
…
Ice is only
inside the drinks;
hockey players
must go to rinks.
…
Skating, sledding,
and snowman fun–
all is elsewhere.
Icicles: none.
…
Brown ground: dirty,
no change in sight;
nothing ever
becomes all white.
…
Bugs and kudzu
will swarm and grow:
never winter,
no saving snow…
– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, January 1, 2013
Note from Views from the Edge:
Prayers on New Year’s Day for 2013 “saving snow” in languid-no-change-in- sight D.C. and the hinterlands.
Trees really do represent our lives gracefully…
Deep stuff….. Simple but huge
The Tree
Gripping piece……
Metamorphosis
It always appears easier to change the rules, but it never is.
Swinging habits…
Good to bad and back to in-between
Shifting personalities…
Demonic to angelic and back to mortal
Trendy fads…
Food to exrercise and then to survival
Moving goals…
Always much easier to move the goalposts
Waning loyalty…
dying friendships as new ones are formed
Being human…
the hardest art form to ever exist
Loving you
The only thing that brought change to me
Metamorphosis.
