Winter Woes Wordle 142

wordle 142

The sky behind the house is black,
in front, a shade of scarlet.
Expect a violent storm attack
which might be rain
more likely snow
so we’ll be stuck indoors again.

I spare a thought for for my dear friend
across the pond in Illinois
and other States that have no joy,
where the weather trend
is set to get colder by the minute.
I pray a clement thaw will save
the menagerie and its caring slave.

May a little bit of warmth caress
them from first light to sundown.
while those fierce winds address
their attention to the Arctic –
not much there to mind
the winter blast, just a pair
of seals and the odd polar bear.

I truly had not a clue to what to do with the wordle words until I read the awe-inspiring post of Celie at The Kitchen’s Garden.  Then I was off with this empathetic ditty.  Fleece-lined pixie-hood on the needles.  !

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9 Responses to Winter Woes Wordle 142

  1. Alice Keys says:

    Wow. What an energetic and wonderful poem! Keep writing! Alice

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  2. Misky says:

    The weather over there is most worrying. It’s very extreme at the moment. Nice writing, Viv.

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  3. Just opened the door a crack and can’t believe how cold it is outside! Hope it heads back towards the Arctic where the seals and polar bears can enjoy the cold!

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  4. colonialist says:

    It is apparent that a great deal of empathy is warranted! I simply can’t imagine living in conditions like those!
    One really feels
    Sorry for the seals,,
    And also care
    For the polar bear!

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  5. Pamela says:

    Viv, this is a really poem about the winter woes. I was hoping to see a poem from you at the whirl.
    I have the woes, but they aren’t from winter weather, you know what I mean. Tomorrow, Michael goes to the hospital and then we will know the verdict, but, honestly it is not looking good. I am so sad, my friend.

    Pamela

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  6. cecilia says:

    And Pixie C is looking forward to her hood from needles. What a great poem, I would not mind at all if the arctic winds went back from whence they came. It is getting worse Viv. Can you believe it. I cannot find the words to describe it. However I have put rice pudding into the oven to cook while I am out doing chores this afternoon. Though I can only work out there in little batches. About 30 seconds and I have an immediate headache – can do about 10 minutes once out of the wind. Awful. Like winters of old the old people are saying. This beach girl had no idea!.. c

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