Mist drifts on snowy mountains,
slash piles burning:
molten eyes in a ghostly face
glowing above us
poem-seasonal delusions November 15, 2013
It’s misty in the hills
Rain falls in spatters on the windshield
How can there be a Christmas Craft Fair
when there is no snow?
still winter January 19, 2013
Of course it is. After all, the calendar says mid-January, so what can you expect? Here is the view from my kitchen window:
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And here’s the view from the living room window:
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Yup. Definitely still winter.
It’s a beautiful time, full of stillness and rest. Unless you’re out on your skis or snowshoes, it’s a good time to be inside sipping cocoa, reading a good book in front of the fire, while you listen to some beautiful music.
Which reminds me of a beautiful harp piece by Sharlene Wallace on her album Journey of Shadows. Listen to “Winter Still.” Sharlene was my harp teacher in the 90’s, when I would go study at Island Mountain Arts International harp School. These days my poor harps are sadly neglected, but I still love Sharlene! After you’ve heard “Winter Still,” while you’re on that CBC site, listen to some of her other pieces! “Winter Frieze” is another of my favourites.
snow on the blog December 3, 2012
I confess, one of my simple joys is that come December, it snows on my blog. I love how the little white dots drift through the post, in serene ambivalence of the topic or tone of the blog entry itself.
I love that it happens every year without me doing anything. I put it in my settings back years ago, and now, like winter, it comes whether I am ready or not.
This year, December first arrived as a welcome relief to the furious writing frenzy of November’s NaNoWriMo. It was a delight to look onto the blog, and see the peaceful ‘flakes’ drifting across my posts. Tranquility amid technology.
Simple pleasures are the best ones, I think.
not quite spring February 16, 2012
Spring’s promise whispered,
a twilight song warming me.
Buds broke joyfully
from bare, dead, winter branches;
Now they wear a snow blanket.
frosty sky January 24, 2011
My sky
is lit with blue
sparkling with the frost
that glistens on the trees.
Your sky
is a vast midnight
glowing with the snow
that reflects a sunless sky.
Our sky
is knit with stars
sparkling in the coolness
that connects our continents.
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photo by Markku Reijula, Kotka Finland. Used with permission
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I’m missing my host families in Finland today, and thinking of the Finnish winter skies that are bright despite the absence of the sun as the snow reflects light so even in the dark, the world glows with light. There is a metaphor here for life!
Christmas lights haiku December 24, 2010
The snow is dressed up
in a glistening gown for
an Aurora prom.
Love is shovelling the driveway December 8, 2010
The snow falls.
I push the shovel on the driveway
at half speed
missing you.
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I miss listening to the
rhythmic racing
scrapes
across the driveway.
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I miss you coming in
red from exertion,
frozen drips from your nose
your glasses frosted.
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I miss kissing your cold lips
and wrapping you
in the warmth
of my thankfulness.
Winter haikus November 25, 2010
My feet crunch upon
fallen stars glinting under
the glowing street light.
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Crystalline twinkles
entrance in the frosty air
with joyful promises.
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Driving the highway
frozen lazers fire fury
forced blindness brings fear.
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This is the story of my drive home from work this evening. At 5:30 it is already dark. As I walked into the parking lot, the snow was so beautiful as it twinkled in the overhead lights. As I drove, however, the snow filled the windshield. It was possible to see only a little bit in front of the car. A semi -truck roared past on the passing lane, and absolutely filled the air with snow so all the other vehicles were completely blind. Driving in a dark snow storm is very scary. You can barely see the road in front of you, and if you hit ice, you can easily be spinning into oncoming lanes. So- in this series of haikus you see the transition between the picturesque and horrifying aspects of winter!
Shawn L. Bird 
A little Christmas view December 24, 2012
Tags: Christmas Eve, Shuswap, snow
Under clear skies, we have a lovely view of Mount Ida and the Fly Hills from the living room. At the moment, hills are obscured by low cloud, and snow blankets the neighbourhood. It’s barely freezing, and the snow is perfect for construction of snow forts and snowmen
Happy Christmas Eve to all!
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