She was perplexed and in pain she had spent a great deal of time writing a love story to her man and he had said nothing about it She was waiting on the terrace in her pretty white frilly lace dress sure to please him when he arrived home from work that day Her heart was filled with fire deep desire and passion and he seemed oblivious to that but she hoped things would change She heard the door and she jumped it was...
Above the one room farmhouse, with the curling swirls of hickory fueled smoke, the pond is frozen over. There beside the barn built of rocks, cement, and sweat it stares blankly into the lowering winter sky. Morning hoar frost covers barren branches and hedge apple fence posts. Up early, after broken fast, stomping a treacherous track down the slope from rocky meadowland. Sliding over the solid pool on bare shoe leather....
Dead trees over encumbered with snow surrounded the frozen lake. He loomed over her. His black cellular robes covered his face as if he didn't have one.She stared blankly into his gaping hole."Accompany me" he hissed as he extended a claw.Lifting her hand to his, she walked alongside him. Her first step on the ice, she could swear she could almost feel a chill creep up her spine.Before she could dwell on this, he grasped...
Stalingrad, December 25, 1942.Winter blankets everything, turning the landscape bizarrely beautiful. If you look carefully, you can make out shapes under the hoarfrost and snow. Burned out tanks and piles of brick and steel that were once buildings litter the frozen battlefield that was once home to over 400,000 Russian men, women, and children. Now the corpses outnumber the living. You can see them as well, frozen limbs...
So on a frigid Sunday morning I began my trek from Cleveland, Ohio to Indianapolis, Indiana.The entrance ramp to I-77 South was treacherous and roads were no better with top speed was maybe 40 mph. I-271 South was worse as only one lane had been used since that last round of severe Winter weather came through and again top speed for all was about 40 mph. I finally reached I-71 South and at least 3 of the 4 lanes were open...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Deep azure wells turned upside down,Fathoms of years above my headWhere the stars of faerie coins wink brightlyAnd shine upwards to the earth below.The Snow Queen flies, her minions a-flurryTo serve the haughty, ice-crowned witch.The earth beneath her royal trainLies lost in slumber, deep, dark sleep.Pine trees spike into the sk...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Blue so black,A velvet sweep away to deeper shadows empty;Points of diamond ice prick splendourInto this thin, still-born air.Breath is wreathed around my face,Silver sinking, mouth to ground;A glittering mist of moisture's stasisBeads the frozen earth with glass.Silence, heavy,Hope lies coldAnd petrified in ancient wells.Rime a...
