Slip sliding along the sidewalk
Noting each cloud I exhale
Overcast skies drop huge flakes on my tongue
Winter has decided to play with me
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Spring (an acrostic poem)
Slip sliding in the freshly fallen snow
Playing tag with snow balls
Really makes for a fun day
It inspires one to drink hot chocolate with marshmallows
Normally this would be an amazing day
Gag me though since it is now April!
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Lost and Found (an acrostic poem)
Leaving home was always a chore for Harry
Only the comfort of solitude gave him any comfort
Still the season forced him out of his hibernation from humanity
Thus he was stuck in this terminal waiting for his flight
As if fate wanted to see him squirm, now his plane was delayed
Nothing was moving because of the two feet of white stuff outside
Denver was now his home for the next day or so
Finding a landing zone, Harry watched his fellow nomads
Outside they acted cordial, putting on a mask of civility
Under that mask, Harry could see kindred spirits
Now a sincere smile spread on his face
Despair loved company. Harry had discovered his tribe.
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Footsteps on the Moon
The soft white snow made crunching noises as Clarence walked across its pristine surface. Looking back at his own tracks, he wondered if Neil Armstrong’s footprints were still on the moon. What would it mean to leave such a mark on another planet and human history? Clarence looked up at the full moon, trying with all his might to see if they were still there, but he knew the gesture was futile. Still, for a moment, he thought he could glimpse that history.
A sudden wind gust swept across the landscape, snow leaping into the air and dancing to a mad tune that could only be heard in the whipping air. Clarence shuddered at the chill north wind and closed his eyes to its frolicking snowflake dance partner. Just as suddenly, the wind lost its melody and the snow sat back down waiting for the next number. Clarence looked around him, the landscape had changed in that simple moment, erasing its memory of his passing.
Clarence looked back at the moon. Those footprints might still be there, but that was a dead tidal locked rock island in a large space ocean. Even though it chilled him to the bone to think about his own mortality, he was much happier to be here where he could watch the dance around himself, even if it meant his mark on this place would eventually be blown away in the symphony of change.
Clarence continued his walk, not worried about the footsteps he was leaving behind, but about the warm glass of mulled apple cider that was yet to come.
Weather Or Not
Cliff picked up the phone and hastily dialed. He tapped his foot and checked his computer models once again. Seven, eight, nine rings, but Cliff didn’t hang up, he knew better. Soon enough the click of someone picking up the other end announced the end of the ringing, but no one said anything on the other end of the line. Cliff thought he could detect the person on the other end was about to hang up the phone. “Don’t you dare hang up!” he shouted. “I demand an explanation.”
A timid female voice cleared itself. “I’m sorry, an explanation?” she asked. The voice grew stronger. “Since when do I need to explain myself to you?” She seemed to be getting on a roll. “You should be thankful for me Cliffy boy. Without me you would be doing infomercials at one a.m. selling pogo sticks that also finely chops tomatoes for salsa!” She took in a large breath as if to punctuate her point.
Cliff had heard it all before, except the salsa part. She usually went for the pruning shears accessory instead. “Yeah, yeah. You know if you would just work with me a bit I might have gotten a different gig and then you wouldn’t have to deal with me. Did you ever think of that?”
The chuckle on the other side made Cliff smile. “What fun would that be?” she asked. “Instead I would get a big hair drama queen that wouldn’t know the difference between a isobaric line and a punch line. So tell me Cliffy, what has you all upset?”
“Did you look outside?” Cliff asked. “I mean come on.”
“Watch out Cliffy,” she said. “You are starting to tread on sacred ground here. Be nice.”
“I want to,” Cliff said, “but I need to go on air in like twenty minutes and what I am going to announce to the masses is going to get me killed.”
“You are over reacting Cliffy,” she said. “Just tell them it’s all a joke. Your anchor will help you with his very professional laugh.”
Cliff paused. “You know that means I’m going to have to fall on my old standby,” he said.
The voice hesitated before responding. “Is this what the call is about? You wanted permission to duck and cover?”
Cliff responded with a small voice. “Yes please. It’s just the last time you got so pissed that it made my life hell for a month.”
“Well it was March,” she said. “I was well within my rights.”
“I know,” Cliff said. “But I’m still paying for that one.”
“Okay Cliffy, you have my permission. And Cliffy?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Cliffy responded, closing his eyes and dreading what was coming.
“Just wait till the next time you wash your car,” she said before hanging up the phone.
Cliff shuddered. “Damn you woman.”
Antonio smiled into the camera. “And now for the man who everyone has been waiting for, Cliff Hayes with the weather,” Antonio said.
Cliff’s camera went live and Cliff smiled his best, most polished smile. “I know it is April 18th, but Mother Nature has one more burst of winter in her. We can expect two inches tonight through Wednesday morning so be careful out there. I can also tell you it won’t be around for long. Thursday it will be sunny in the morning, but then the rains will come and wash the snow away.”
Antonio cut in, “How can you be sure of that Cliff?” he asked.
“Simple,” Cliff said. “I am going to get my car washed.” On cue Antonio began his most charming laugh, and Cliff relaxed knowing that he had hit it out of the park, even if it meant a wasted car wash.
Unusual Love (100 words of weirdness)
The car wept radiator fluid as it lay broken after trying to wrap itself around the tree. The tree bent forward; its branches tenderly caressing the top of its crumpled one night stand. Two things, one created and one grown, found a moment of love in time of tragedy. As the snow draped the scene in a mind numbing white blanket, the only person to witness the joining of tree and car gently cooled; his last thoughts were of love and love lost. The tree finished collapsing onto the car as sirens in the far distance wailed for the tragedy.
The Phoenix Arises
Softly the flames transformed the snowflakes into steam returning to the heavens. It did the same to my precious memories as I watched my house burn to the ground. My iPhone had died in the fire. It was actually one of the first things to light up, and to be honest I felt relieved. Slowly the fire sated itself and more of the snowflakes were surviving their journey to the remains of my life. I began to shiver as the warming fire of my former life sputtered and died. I waved at my fill in corpse as I headed into the forest behind my former house, confident that the falling snow would cover the transition into my version of the afterlife.
