As always, wonderful! I haven't written poetry for a few years now, but I remember going through life with writing poetry always in mind, and how it really rewires your brain the more you do it. Do you feel that too?
I can relate. I grew up in the mountains in Wyoming and winter meant months of snow, four feet "on the level" in the meadows some years. It took four horses to pull the mostly-empty hay sled a few feet at a time to make a path for us so we could feed hay to the cattle each morning. And the temperature never affected the fact that the cattle needed to be fed. A few mornings were 40 below and a good many at 30 below zero.
When a new hay stack was to be used, a thick layer of snow with ice underneath needed to be dug through so hay could be gotten each morning. The wind blows most of the time in Wyoming so the stack was frozen in again some mornings.
It was just winter and "polar vortex' was an unknown term.
Lovely, and the polar vortex of Monday seems appropriate. But there are stairs, no? 😊
Yes, there are stairs! And someday, spring.
Love!
XXOO
As always, wonderful! I haven't written poetry for a few years now, but I remember going through life with writing poetry always in mind, and how it really rewires your brain the more you do it. Do you feel that too?
Thank you, Dr. Bob! Yes, I feel that way most of the time, just observing details and thinking too much, ha. Appreciate the comment!
Hints of Rumi
Well, good heavens, thank you. I wonder if Rumi was ever in a polar vortex, but I'm guessing there was other inspiration. Thanks, Steve!
I think he wrote:
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival
Nice images on a cold January day. 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
I can relate. I grew up in the mountains in Wyoming and winter meant months of snow, four feet "on the level" in the meadows some years. It took four horses to pull the mostly-empty hay sled a few feet at a time to make a path for us so we could feed hay to the cattle each morning. And the temperature never affected the fact that the cattle needed to be fed. A few mornings were 40 below and a good many at 30 below zero.
When a new hay stack was to be used, a thick layer of snow with ice underneath needed to be dug through so hay could be gotten each morning. The wind blows most of the time in Wyoming so the stack was frozen in again some mornings.
It was just winter and "polar vortex' was an unknown term.
Laurie