Winter Romance

Winter Romance

Bundled warm and cozy,

We braved the cold and snow,

To join the ranks of skiers,

At magnificent Lake Tahoe.

After several lessons,

I bravely caught a lift,

And thanked my lucky stars,

When fate gave me a gift!

I hurtled down the mountain,

One ski left behind,

Until I crashed into you,

But you didn’t seem to mind.

We checked for broken bones,

Laughing all the while,

Even decked with snow,

You had a lovely smile.

We made it down the mountain,

And shared a nice mulled wine,

That was the beginning,

Of a winter romance divine.

As spring buds began to open,

Our feelings blossomed, too,

A romance that ignited in winter,

Grew and grew and grew.

In the warmth and heat of summer,

Under a brilliant moon,

On the blue shores of Lake Tahoe,

We exchanged our vows in June.

Carmen Henesy

Copyright (c) 2009 by Carmen Henesy
All rights reserved. 

Leaves

Many of the blogs I've seen lately are filled with beautiful pictures of the changing leaves, some hanging on valiantly as winds tug in their efforts to tear them from their lofty perches.  Winter will soon be here and the bare branches will await their spring rebirth.  This is a poem I wrote about the leaves.

Leaves

A season of such beauty,
Nature's artistry unfolds,
The foliage all around us,
Reds, crimsons, even golds.

The air is fresh and crisp,
Winter snow hovers near,
Autumn leaves in brilliant beauty,
Add their notes of festive cheer.

A vibrant canopy of leaves,
Offers shelter from the sun,
Until a rising evening breeze,
Sends them flying, one by one.

By morning and the falling rain,
The lovely leaves are no more,
They have fallen from the trees,
And lay on the forest floor.

Carmen Henesy

Copyright © 2007 Carmen Henesy. All Rights Reserved

Getting Ready for Winter

My mother lives in Columbus, Georgia, in an area of eight duplexes that are built in what used to be a pecan orchard.  Fifteen years ago, when she first moved in, the trees yielded large crops of nuts and I could always count on receiving several bags of shelled pecans for Christmas every year.  Over the years, the trees seem to produce smaller crops but the squirrels still seem to find an ample supply to sustain them during the Georgia winters.  During the past week, I've enjoyed watching them busily scampering about, hard at work.  Occasionally, they take a break and frolic with each other on the lawns.

This is the view from my mother's back door.

The squirrels here are not the pretty black one's like Ratty's but the usual gray ones - they are very well camouflauged by the tree bark and the grass

This one seems airborne

A bit wary of any movement on my part

There must have been twenty of these guys out today 

 

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