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Tag Archives: winter
Yule Log 2004
The times when goodwill, peace and love are praised are rare indeed; and rarer still those instances when thought translates to deed. So in such seasons where these things are found, take heart, rejoice, and with compassion, grace and honor … Continue reading
Snow in New Orleans
It started out as hail this morning, but has turned to snow Which happened last here in New Orleans fifteen years go Those who came south for sunny climes are in for quite a shock To see the trees decked … Continue reading
Blow Thou, Winter Wind
Blow thou, winter wind, on my shutters and doors, knock down happy scenes outside department stores, and lay your hand over the acres of trees picked before their prime and chopped off at the knees. Set loose your ice knife … Continue reading
Lullaby
Sleep on, new world — your time is yet to come; and in that pall of death, forget what was, what is, or merely seems, and build the future from your dreams. Sleep on, mankind, rebuild your strength; prostrate, laid … Continue reading
The weather again
It’s raining and the air is cold, the skies are dark and gray There’s not a speck of sunshine on this January day And not a smile or cheerful word is spoken or displayed Sometimes the world is like that, … Continue reading
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Another Rainy Day
The gutters are filled and the streets overflowing The raindrops keep falling, the winds keep on blowing And just when it will stop, there’s no way of knowing So batten the hatches, and prepare for rowing The skies are dark … Continue reading
The Blustering Wind
For two days now non-stop the rain flows, while the world waits patient for the sun; and still the wind against the window blows. No one is out at parades or picture shows; In this dreadful weather, no Mardi Gras … Continue reading