Gray sky flies overhead
Winter’s cold arrives
Autumn now asleep
Chilling nature’s hard drive
Spirit fills every tree
Spring postpones her speech
Peace lands with each flake
Covering whitest beach
Silence rejoins landscape
Yet, very much alive
Transfusion hidden
Feeding grace to survive
Arctic freeze now coming
Double seal each hatch
Ship awaits next storm
Traversing icy patch
Night’s dreams seeking comfort
Winter’s frost deploys
Hope’s blanket of snow
Snuggling beneath warmth’s joy
Winter’s timing
Of course, never exact
Latest Arctic blast
Forecast sometimes hijacked
Sunshine shows up
Mirage of comfy time
Wind roars from true north
Car battery’s downtime
Sunset’s curtain
Darkness shrouded in cold
Sky’s icy moonlight
Furnace remote-controlled
Layer of quilts
Pulled from hiding place
Frozen toes thaw out
Warmth flows, cozy embrace
Morning arrives
Winter throws its wild pitch
Freezing air remains
Long-forgotten, spring’s itch
December, 2022 will be one to remember for most of the United States. A poet’s reflections fill these verses while looking out a kitchen window. Always glad to be inside and staying warm when the wind chill plunges to -30 degrees.
Weather predictions hold true
More winter, never seems through
Cold, Arctic air sets up camp
Long-forgotten, frigid scamp
“Real” winter arrives in strength
Transmitting on all wavelengths
Morning light arrives, dark gray
Sunshine hiding this Friday
Landscape shivers under white
Every creature taking flight
Freezing wind never lets up
Wintertime’s polar holdup
Wind gust rocks home’s foundation
Turning on weather station
Snowy drifts growing deeper
Frosty, trusty doorkeeper
Barren trees bend against squall
No longer standing so tall
Life scatters, seeking shelter
Winter storm’s helter-skelter
Visibility nearly gone
Snow heavier than chiffon
Quiet roads, traffic withdrawn
No orders from Amazon
Keeping each home’s fire burning
Warming hearts, day keeps churning
Cup of cocoa, not enough
Snowing outside, rough and tough
Grabbing pair of heavy socks
Thawing frozen toes’ icebox
Sitting at writing table
Poet ready and able
Candle’s light dances like wind
Framing this coldest weekend
Perhaps this cup of hot cocoa will do the trick . . . along with extra marshmallows!
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An early morning wind blows glacial-like air on this day
One final match these soccer boys have come to play
An adamant, northwest onslaught delivers an icy, Arctic blast
Will the team harness enough stamina and energy to last?
Players dressed warmly in layers, gloves, and stocking hats
In their final match, they look ready to conquer this and that
Looking more like Eskimos, parents and families huddle near
Hoping to see the resilient boys score goals without any fear
The spectators cheer the boys to play hard and to be bold
But they agonize and confirm—“Oh my, it’s way too cold!”
Sheltered beneath layers of blankets, the crowd surveys the field
The opposing team advances the ball, but the boys form a shield
No goals will be scored against them on this day
The boys’ defense hustles and continues to play
Halftime arrives with the team playing tough
Will the season end well in weather so rough?
The second half continues under adverse conditions
The team finishes with a season filled with tradition
While the rest of the players hustle to stay warm
The talented goalie stands all alone as ice forms
A woman’s hot coffee has transformed into cold slush
She clasps tightly to a heavy blanket, deep and plush
The match marches to its finish with winter as its final foe
Frozen spectators ask, “How many minutes are left to go?”
Icy faces, shivering bodies, and numb fingers
Plus ice blocks for feet—all continue to linger
Spirited boys ignore cold and continue to play
Their five goals will deliver last and final say
At match’s end, players and families hurry to their warm cars
All wondering how they survived the cold and made it this far
For two grandparents who were amazingly fearless and bold
Tomorrow morning, will be glad there is no soccer in the cold
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This season-ending soccer match was played in November, 2018, by one of my grandsons. The wind chill temperature was 10 degrees Fahrenheit. He and his teammates completed a remarkable season with an unblemished record.
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