Day: November 22, 2022

A listless day was given to us

Shades of gray from ground to sky

The sun is like a good friend

You miss it when it is not about

Snow was still on the roads

Ice was beneath the white flakes

It was slippery so much care

Was needed if you were driving

Two ships were on the horizon

They were moving slowly

The temperature was seventeen degrees

I had much work to do and

The cold was disheartening

The year’s end was near

So many things held dear

Would have to wait for a while

This was not my style, but

A serious injury had slowed me down

So when the day began, I knew

I would not be a fan and my plans

Would have to be put aside

With icy roads, I would not

Be able to take a ride into town

I will wait for a nicer day as

Work for me is here to stay

Stanski

November 22, 2022, ^

Let me think, while I sit here,

about something of substance.

We think spring, but it isn’t spring-like. 

Instead it is cold;

there is a lot of snow on the ground;

the sky is gray;

it is misty and bleak.

Many will take a thanksgiving break

then came back happy for a day or two,

but later became depressed

because this weather has been vile

Too much snow and too cold 

We need a change and soon

Problems are creeping up;

roof leaks;

falling trees;

icy roads and accidents;

slow business for the shops;

heating systems breaking down;

running out of wood to burn

the wind causing drifts

snowbirds sending happy cards

speaking loudly of warm days

Housework is piling up

No one has the energy

We need the sun;

gentle breezes;

soft warm rain;

robins and ducks;

flowers and weeds;

anything to cheer us;

but, we shall wait;

it will come

Stanski

November 21, 2022, ^