January Winds

Rett you seem to have a SAD thing there young man, Just think each day is two minutes longer and soon the dawn chorus will awake you. The damn sun will be in your eyes at first, and then boiling your head,can't wait till the poem about the opressive summer sun comes out, or did I miss that one last year LOL Oh! to be in England Now That April's There, (Home thoughts from Abroad) not the lady either. Will see what we have to cheer you up a bit, I had some dried KUDU at Xmas but ate it all, so that's no good, have some photo's of our Spring here we will see what we can do. Someone asked me to write a hymn once I will see if I can find it, and post it on, You take care of you, Yours Ian.T

but I would be wishing for Summer nights, not December nights! I DO understand... Tom

nice rhyme. Good title, but I like january, its my favorite winter month! Good write though Respectfully, Jim

I definitely feel you on this one. January just seems kinda 'blah' doesn't it? Nothing to celebrate, still cold (massively in the north-east!) and still no hope in sight for spring. I used to get excited upon spying robins in the north-east, until we had a huge snow storm not too long afterwards. I guess they aren't reliable hope either. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication And silent replies that swirl invitation Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea A grim intimation of what is to be" - Pink Floyd

Diamonds, the biggest you would ever have seen we saw today You wouldn't believe your eyes! :- Speeding along the road to the hills, passing the stubble-meadows of Autumn, lit up by the low-lying sunshine that crept like the palest yellow carpet over everything; pale because its winter and pale because the frost had tinted the objects, the stones, the grasses and the walls of the few dwelling places that are to be found there.  Suddenly when you think you have seen-it-all and no more surprises are in store for you as regards winter frosts or patterns, there were what looked like a host of seagulls, so many, strangely placed in relation to eachother evenly across Lake Maridal. On closer inspection, dazzled by the rainbow colours of the biggest diamonds in the world, the apparition was solved; it was crystals on the surface of the iced lake glowing, glinting, and blinding with their firework flashes as the angle of the sun reflected their surfaces.  What a sight, I walked down to the lake's edge and stood a moment rocking to left and right creating a kaleidoscope of moving pinks, greens, turquoise and blues as I did, at least to my own perception. Then I heard a searing scratch-like sound and discerned a tiny dark shape, a skater, way out on the surface of the gems coming towards me. What was he feeling, sailing rhythmically along across such a magic ocean, he must at least have thought he had arrived in paradise? Ann ( was this too long?)  

Loved this one Rett. It touched my heart. What about February? Its long also at least in Michigan. It does me no good to complain. I just advised my grand kids to skate and how to make a skating rink in the yard. One thing about being out in a winter night is that all the snow insulates sound. Maybe you could hear a snowflake drop. And when the moon is full and the flakes are light the whole area untouched by footprints in the backyard is like a million diamonds come down to wink at me. Patty

Hello Rett, Glad you enjoyed my experience with me. But I was walking on water, I was! L Ann

Hello Rett, I am going to be bold and make a comment, properly! I find the repitition of new year stops me up a millisecond: new year begins new year brings I'm not so happy that it should come again I am not quite sure why. If you aid in the first verse "now New year begins" does it need the "the" rhythmically? And you would be putting us there with you. Now I have been bold and do not fel I have the right to but 'tant pis'!