Snowman melting.
Sunbeams pelting.
Ice welding.
Winds belting.
Nothing helping.
The sun was bright.
The mood was light
The snow was white.
Try as he might.
He put up a good fight.
Well into the night.
When the world was frozen,
this snowman was chosen.
He was built with emotion.
And cared for with devotion.
On a wistful Wednesday weekday,
whilst wandering through the woods
we came upon windswept weeds and willows
weeping, whispering in the wind.
Wandering wishy-washy
as the wind wildly whispers,
waves of white wavering
as the walloping,westerly winds blow.
And a whimsical, whiskered wabbit
waited, wobbling, and wisely watched
the wristwatch, writing, well-versed,
wishing the whole wide world well.
Whimsically, whispering words of wisdom
as the westerly winds fell.
Wine coloured glasses
Slices white bread.
Winter time,
and the wind
it is a blowin'.
Everyime
you turn around,
it is a snowin'.
Except for this year,
with
El nino,
You never know
which way
it is a goin'.
Shadows on the forest floor.
Frogs on the porch.
Snowflakes fall softly in the meadow.
A spotted salamander,
Slinks slyly,
Under the kitchen door.
Icicles
Popsicles
Sunflowers
and roses
Water painting
The river
is frozen.
Starlight
and candlelight
Ice in the summer.
Wanting,
waiting,
and watching
in wonder.
Popsicles
Pickles
People in poses.
Kempenfelt Bay, upon whose shores the beautiful City of Barrie sits. It’s also home to other wonderful little spots, like Big Bay Point, and Shanty Bay.
A Bay, that grows ever more beautiful as winter melts into spring. When spring moves into summer, then autumn, and back to winter, and ice huts will once again dominate the landscape.
The frozen waters provide a perfect playground for this beautiful chocolate lab. A chocolate lab, much loved by his Oma and Opa.
Pressure cracks, and nature’s sculptures, cover the bay as water begins to pool on top of the ice.
Deep below the layers of ice lurks the legendary lake creature named Kempenfelt Kelly.
Kempenfelt Kelly is said to have a long stove-pipe neck, topped with a face that looks like a dog.
It is about 12 feet long, or prehaps a lot longer.
Folklore also says that it has three pairs of legs, and looks like an octopus, topped with two long and sensitive antenna.
One source noted that it has “exquisitely beautiful feather-like appendages, that are constantly in motion.”
When I finally lay eyes on the mysterious Kempenfelt Kelly, I will give you a full, and accurate description of this remarkable being.
Along the shore of Kempenfelt Bay, in Big Bay Point.
Shadows in the snow,
how sullenly they flow.
In the depth,
of winter blues.
The colours,
varying in hues.
One war
is almost over.
Another one
may soon begin.
The clouds open,
and shadows form.
The forecast,
as unsure.
As the winter
is long.
This old tree.
The forest.
And me.
Following footsteps.
Of those who walked.
These trails.
Before us.
Let your imagination.
Go wild.
And you will see.
Dragon wings.
And other things.
Listen to the wind.
Listen to the trees.
Listen to the sounds.
Floating on the breeze!
The orange/blue sky
of January.
The long, dark nights,
crisp and airy.
Cushioned in snow,
as the cold winds blow.
The winter garden,
waits.
An intricate design,
of shadows, fall.
Softly folded,
amoungst,
Two old stumps.
A chair,
too cold,
For,
our bums.
January, the beginning of a wonderful, New Year!
Pink
Some people think
That I am a dink,
on a rink, wearing pink,
with dirty dishes in the sink.
But in a blink
I could make a stink
and call them a fink
because that's what I think.
As I wear my mink
Down on the rink,
neither of them
the colour pink.
Maria Tuttle
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 