Winter’s Crowning Glory

   
A haunting fog creeps through 

The snow covered valley. 

Ice and snowflakes adorn the tree trunks

And the mountains are crowned with 

Winter’s glory. 

The sun fades and faintly illuminates

The iridescent mountaintops

And they glow with the pinkish hues 

Of blushing Aphrodite.

One more sunrise

One more sunset

Until the setting of the year. 

 

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Poetry Sunday: Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Does Hephaestus Laugh?

She tied herĀ boat off and started to climb the cliffs. She knew no one survived what lay beyond the clouds, but still she climbed. Step after step, pulling and pushing her way through boulder fields and open rock faces. And she thought of Olympus, and the gods, and wondered if they missed their lofty hearth. She wondered if Hephaestus and HadesĀ could hear her traipsing over their heads, and if they laughed or shook their head at her advancement. Did they fear the wrath of the king, or were they simply content to while away the nights and days watching the world above move on without them? And did the queen ever fear a dethroning, or was she content to sit at the foot of the throne? She clambered through the air, thick with moisture and wintry particles. She could feel her temperature falling despite the exertions, her breath coming out in harsh pants. Was Zeus watching and waiting for an opportune moment, filling the world with heavy air? Did he and Poseidon work together to conquer the planet? Did they fall together or fall apart? She reached the summit and looked around. Without warning, the clouds were swept away to reveal the whole of the earth, from one edge to the other, and she knew why no one returned. Was this how Atlas felt, was this the view he had from the stars?

Alphabetical Seasons

What are your word associations with the seasons?

Autumn

Apple picking. Back-to-school. Corn maze. Dogwood. Emails. Falling leaves. Gold. Harvest. Iris. Jubilee. Kicking back. Leaf. Maple. Noir. Orange. Pinecone. Quirky. Rose. Spiced cider. Thanksgiving. Umber. Vibrant. Windy. Xenophilius. Yellow. Zest.

Spring

Applications. Blossoms. Creativity. Dandilions. Exams. Flowers. Gardening. Humid. Insects. Joy. Kites. Lovely. Mums. Novelty. Opening. Parades. Q Rain. Sunshine. Tornadoes. Umbrellas. Variety. Weather. Xenia. Young. Zenith.

Summer

Apricots. Beach. Cycling. Dirtbikes. Equinox. Frozen yoghurt. Games. Heat. Ice cream. Jobs. Kickstarters. Lessons. Maxi dress. Night sky. Olympics. Parties. Quotes. Running. Solstice. Tour de France. Updos. Vacation. Wine. X-Games. Yo-yo. Zoo.

Winter

Apple pie. Baking. Christmas. Dashing through the snow. Evergreens. Family. Grandparents. Hanukkah. Icicles. Jingle bells. Kwanza. Love. Movie nights. Nostalgia. Oak. Piano. Quilt. Racing. Snow. Tales. Unending. Violent weather. Wonderland. Xi. Yoga. Zippers.