SPRING DEER

He did not know what he was doing.
His brain was addled from the long winter - 
there was no more food in his part of the woods
His coat was getting dull
It was a matter of survival -
stealing into the orchard
to nibble at the blueberry  buds
just before the sun peeked in the horizon.
He was careful to stay hidden
behind the trunk of the big mulberry;
He had already made the owner quite angry
by his intrusions.
He was going to run
across the mounds of snow
just as he used to
    but he was 
    so hungry

         so hungry

             he had to eat

	         and 

                     eat 

		as much 

		as he 
			could eat.

he did not hear
     the house door creak

or 
     the shotgun's squeak

he did not heed
his sprinting herd

but he did 
feel
the   kiss 

of 

        lethal 
                    steel.


~~~~~~

For DVerse Poets' Anthropomorphism prompt by Lillian.

A KISS IN THE SNOW

Deer
It is a kiss
like no other –
heartfelt
tender –
that began
when your eyes lit up
when you saw mine
across the room
and you came to me
as though you’re drowning
in need of air.
Your lips met mine
like a butterfly
landing on a flower.
No words capture
the spell
binding us even more
nor the wish
that such moments
stretch to forever

~~~~

WPC:  WISH

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ON THE STREET WHERE WE LIVE

my-street

Outside my window there are the same roads
there are the same people walking their dogs
There's old Mr. Magazoo taking his morning walk
and stopping by our neighbor's for some small talk

There are the old houses with bolted doors
standing on our street like abandoned forts
lurking unnoticed by cars zipping by
faster than the speed of two minutes per mile

Our place is  mostly quiet at this time of the year
when most everyone seems to disappear
inside thick coats,  behind insulated walls
as chilly  wind blows and heavy snow falls

Yet on Thursday nights the sidewalk sprouts
trash bins so full they are  ready to burst
but for  the old lady pulling  a  kiddie wagon
collecting  redeemable plastic  and soda cans.

Late in the mornings, the mailman comes
by our barking dog, he is announced
delivering store fliers, bills, and junk
and the occasional boxes  from Amazon.

Oh! Spring just cannot come soon enough
to fill the ground with dandelions and buttercups
to make the air groan with the mower's roar
and return the  blossoms back in their bower.

There will be the parade of mothers, their kids in tow
to the not-so-nearby playground, they will go
passing  green-thumbed folks tending their gardens 
to plant some petunia, geranium, and impatiens.

Before then, I wait – watching the melting snow
listening to the engines throbbing as they go
With any (ill) luck, some unusual thing  occurs
such as  screaming breaks and totaled cars. 

~~~~~

Written for:  DVerse Poetics - Suburb Poetry

WINTER OFFERING (A Quadrille)

daffodils

A bowl of daffodils by the window
Looking at the grey skies and falling snow
convey my prayers for a cheerful day
To frighten those sad winter ghosts away
That my heart may sing hymns and
praises
Of the wonders that each season delivers.

daffodils2

Another winter storm just blew over.  Today, we have sunny skies magnifying the whiteness of the ground.  The ground, long deprived of snow, has now plenty of it.  I guess, the rivers will be overflowing come spring time.  And that  is good.

Happy Monday to you, Friends.

DVerse Poets’ Quadrille 26  Prompt – Ghost

HOPE

Misty Road

We dream.
We plan.
We take our steps with hope
for only hope can carry us through
fear paralyzes.
who knows what awaits
what doors will open
what doors will close
with each choice we make.
We cross the threshold
fear has drawn
holding on
to the tender mercies of God.

 

~~~~~

 

I was cleaning my WP boxes and came across this old draft of a post.    After some re-drafting, I thought the piece is OK enough to be published.  🙂  I guess, I am explaining why I am posting a wintry photo at this time of the year.

 

Happy day to all of you.

UNDER THE FALLING SNOW (for WPC: Off Season)

For this challenge, I am sharing some photos of students in between classes. The pictures were taken in December. I was getting winter tired by then and did not have the spunk to post photos that had to do with snow. Considering that the temperatures hereabouts are already starting to sizzle, I thought that the OFF -SEASON theme gives me the perfect chance to share this little tidbits of student life. 🙂
Texting 1IpodTexting 2lunch

Little Red Texting Hood3

 

And last, here is something that does not belong to the group but I am including nonetheless just because it is out-of-season –

Shopping

though shopping never really goes off-season, or does it? 🙂

Thanks for coming by.  Happy weekend.

 

~Imelda

THINKING OF SPRING (WPC: RULE OF THIRDS)

 

Solitude
The other day, our children and I visited my husband in his office. From his window, I could see students walking to and from their classes. Towards noon, the sunny day turned cloudy and pretty soon, heavy snowfall came. Bored, I took pictures of the people rushing like ants to their anthill. But this guy was different. He walked with more measured gait, seemingly absorbed in his thoughts.

Come, Spring. Come. Please do not delay
filling the fields with bright daffodils
to chase the gloom of winter away.
Come, Spring. Come. Please do not delay
your warm breath on dead hearts, we pray
that soon the earth with praise and joy fills
Come, Spring. Come. Please do not delay
filling the fields with bright daffodils.

 ~~~

Hello, Friends.  I have not had a chance to catch up with you nor reply to your comments.   We’ve spent the last couple of days attending a game convention where the children play and have fun and where we, parents, assist the littler ones.  I am not much of a gamer but have to be to fit in in my family. 🙂 🙂  Hopefully, the senior player, the one who trained his children to be his game mates, will be able to play his own game today. 🙂

See you all.  Please bear with me a bit. Thank you. 🙂

WPC:  RULE OF THIRDS