Groundhog, you lie. Two weeks since your optimism, Then a northeast snowmageddon. Now, this: more shoveling, base layers, And a whiteout driving home from church. From your hidey hole, Whether in Punxsutawney or under my shed, You feign to predict our meteorological future. Your shadow hath not that power! (At least consult your Farmer’s Almanac. …
Poetry
Winter of My Content
Holiday glut ended Seems like ages ago. Now, we go back to regular life, and wait. 6:30 a.m., 4:30 p.m.: You may as well be midnight. Moon boots, snow pants, down parka — dressed for a spacewalk, And I can’t put my arms down. Snow-blower a veteran Having already twice excavated our driveway of mashed …
Ode to Noel
Dawn & dusk dog walks — Layers increased over the weeks As thin sunlight decreased. Please poo near a streetlight. Shortest holiday season — Thanksgiving fights for its 3 weeks As The Jolly One encroaches. Doorbusters! The bird is barely carved. Black Friday. Small Business Saturday. Cyber Monday. Christmas club (remember those?) Spent. And then …
An Ode to Fall
–Hark! Fleecy vest You are welcome warmth, but not on my arms, Because, though the air is cool, The noon sun is still bright. –We stock cider and Octoberfest ale To drink with steaming chili At a suppertime growing dimmer; Sun sets earlier Every day. –Pumpkin Thy girth increases, Thy green skin ripens To orange; …
Interesting People: Michael Czarnecki
This post starts a new series where I revisit the fascinating stories of interesting people I’ve had the opportunity to meet while writing for a living. Earlier this week I went on a solo road trip into the hills of the Southern Tier of New York State. I went to meet Michael and Carolyn Czarnecki …
