“The Storm” – Day 14 of National Poetry Month

The hurricane has crossed the street. The hurricane has crossed the street. He doesn’t look both ways. He stomps his awful feet. The hurricane has crossed the street. The hurricane is down the block. He’s moving closer up the block. We watch the windows, Check that all the doors are locked. The hurricane comes quickly … Continue reading “The Storm” – Day 14 of National Poetry Month

“In My Bleak Midwinter” – Day 8 of National Poetry Month

Modeled after "A Christmas Carol" aka "In the Bleak Midwinter" by Christina Rossetti, 1872 In the bleak midwinter Burning sun made blaze; Earth cracked dry as corpses; Water lost to haze; Snow forgotten; snow, what snow? Frozen brow and nose In the tundra of winter lost Long, long ago. Our charge, heaven entrusted, Earth could … Continue reading “In My Bleak Midwinter” – Day 8 of National Poetry Month