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Slippery Slope

walking along
whistling
thinking what a beautiful
winter's day it is
passing the grocery store
on the corner
heading towards the baseball game

whoops!
you slip on a patch of ice
crunch! 
you land on your rear

oh no!

you're sliding down the hill
and here comes a Mack truck

whoosh!
it misses you by inches

you're still sliding!
ouch!
you slide right off the road
and through a muddy ditch
ugh!

a tree looms ahead
crash! 

ever have one of those days when nothing seems to go right

From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”

Slippery Slope

walking along
whistling
thinking what a beautiful
winter's day it is
passing the grocery store
on the corner
heading towards the baseball game

whoops!
you slip on a patch of ice
crunch! 
you land on your rear

oh no!

you're sliding down the hill
and here comes a Mack truck

whoosh!
it misses you by inches

you're still sliding!
ouch!
you slide right off the road
and through a muddy ditch
ugh!

a tree looms ahead
crash! 

ever have one of those days when nothing seems to go right

From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”

—“In Winter, the Trees” by Lesley Sieger-Walls, published in Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition: Hibernation. Featuring poetry and prose, Capsule Stories Winter 2022 Edition explores the theme Hibernation. These stories and #poems ruminate on hunkering down for the #winter and resting. Buy now in paperback or ebook: capsulestories.com/winter-2022-edition

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

Quivering, feathered limbs
cast up a murmuration.

Tree branches, now bare,
spider across the gray sky,
weaving and webbing upward.

Trunks may serve as charnels
for walnut shells,
the shade of a bird,
caps of acorns,
and desiccated leaves.

But inside, trees remain rivers,
flowing witnesses to winter.

They are most alive now:
still and waiting,
a resting awareness,
with tangled limbs
rooted in the sky.

#capsulestories #trees #LesleySiegerWalls #winterpoem #poem #poetry #nature #naturepoem

Adelaide Crapsey's legacy is the #Cinquain or the five-lined unrhymed stanza form. She was inspired by the #Haiku.

Adelaide loved the #Simplicity and #Power of Japanese #Poetry.
Her best Cinquain is #November #Night:

Listen...
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing #Ghosts,
The #Leaves, #Frost-crisped, break from the #Trees
And #Fall.

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #Poem
#Winter #Nature #WinterPoem
#Seasons
#GardenersofMastodon
#FollowFriday #FollowBackFriday

Adelaide Crapsey's legacy is the #Cinquain or the five-lined unrhymed stanza form. She was inspired by the #Haiku.

Adelaide loved the #Simplicity and #Power of Japanese #Poetry.
Her best Cinquain is #November #Night:

Listen...
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing #Ghosts,
The #Leaves, #Frost-crisped, break from the #Trees
And #Fall.

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #Poem
#Winter #Nature #WinterPoem
#Seasons
#GardenersofMastodon
#FollowFriday #FollowBackFriday

The #Melancholy days are come, the #Saddest of the year,
Of wailing #Winds, and naked #Woods, and meadows #Brown and sear.

- William Cullen Bryant, American #Romantic #Poet

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #Poem #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#FollowFriday #FollowBackFriday

The #Melancholy days are come, the #Saddest of the year,
Of wailing #Winds, and naked #Woods, and meadows #Brown and sear.

- William Cullen Bryant, American #Romantic #Poet

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #Poem #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#FollowFriday #FollowBackFriday

And now we have it!

Every wish comes true!

We are alone now in a #Fleecy #World;
Even the #Stars have gone.

We two alone!

- Sara Teasdale, A #November #Night

#Love #Rose #Remember #Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Wintergarden #Nature #WinterPoem
#Sunday #GardenersofMastodon

And now we have it!

Every wish comes true!

We are alone now in a #Fleecy #World;
Even the #Stars have gone.

We two alone!

- Sara Teasdale, A #November #Night

#Love #Rose #Remember #Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Wintergarden #Nature #WinterPoem
#Sunday #GardenersofMastodon

I wish I could press #Snowflakes in a #Book like #Flowers.

- James Schuyler (1923 - 1991) American #Poet, The #Morning of the #Poem

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Gardeningpodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem #GardenersofMastodon
#Sunday #SundayThoughts

I wish I could press #Snowflakes in a #Book like #Flowers.

- James Schuyler (1923 - 1991) American #Poet, The #Morning of the #Poem

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Gardeningpodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem #GardenersofMastodon
#Sunday #SundayThoughts

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest #Hue to hold.

Her early #Leaf's a #flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So #Eden sank to #Grief,

So #Dawn goes down to day.
Nothing #Gold can #Stay.

- #RobertFrost 1874-1963

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#Sunday #GardenersofMastodon

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest #Hue to hold.

Her early #Leaf's a #flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So #Eden sank to #Grief,

So #Dawn goes down to day.
Nothing #Gold can #Stay.

- #RobertFrost 1874-1963

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#Sunday #GardenersofMastodon

#November by Thomas Hood

No #Sun — no #Moon!
No #Morn — no #Noon
No #Dawn — no #Dusk — no proper ime of day.

No #Warmth, no #Cheerfulness, no healthful #Ease,
No #Comfortable feel in any member —
No #Shade, no shine, no #Butterflies, no #Bees,
No #Fruits, no #Flowers, no #Leaves, no #Birds! —
November!

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #November #GardenersofMastodon #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees
#WinterPoem
#Sunday

#November by Thomas Hood

No #Sun — no #Moon!
No #Morn — no #Noon
No #Dawn — no #Dusk — no proper ime of day.

No #Warmth, no #Cheerfulness, no healthful #Ease,
No #Comfortable feel in any member —
No #Shade, no shine, no #Butterflies, no #Bees,
No #Fruits, no #Flowers, no #Leaves, no #Birds! —
November!

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #November #GardenersofMastodon #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees
#WinterPoem
#Sunday

Though summers change and pass away -
Though dies the #Beauty of the hill and plain -
Though warmth and color fade each #Autumn day -
#Hope passes not, and abides to say
That our brightest #Joys shall all come again.

- George Arnold, American #Poet (1834-1865)

#Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #Poet #AutumnStatement #Poetry #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#Saturday #Meditation #GardenersofMastodon

Though summers change and pass away -
Though dies the #Beauty of the hill and plain -
Though warmth and color fade each #Autumn day -
#Hope passes not, and abides to say
That our brightest #Joys shall all come again.

- George Arnold, American #Poet (1834-1865)

#Gardening #Garden #GardenPodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #Poet #AutumnStatement #Poetry #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem
#Saturday #Meditation #GardenersofMastodon

Alone on the slope of the #Mountain, it grew,
& bathed its light tresses in #Glittering #Dew
The #Bird on its boughs lingered loving & long,
And the #Stream at its feet ever murmured in #Song
It toyed with the #Winds, it was #Happy & #Free;
Oh! the #Silvery #Birch was a flourishing #Tree.

-Charles #Mackay

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #gardeningpodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem #SilverBirch
#FollowFriday #GardenersofMastodon

Alone on the slope of the #Mountain, it grew,
& bathed its light tresses in #Glittering #Dew
The #Bird on its boughs lingered loving & long,
And the #Stream at its feet ever murmured in #Song
It toyed with the #Winds, it was #Happy & #Free;
Oh! the #Silvery #Birch was a flourishing #Tree.

-Charles #Mackay

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #gardeningpodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem #SilverBirch
#FollowFriday #GardenersofMastodon

The #Morns are meeker than they were,
The #Nuts are getting brown;
The #Berry's cheek is plumper,
The #Rose is out of town.
The #Maple wears a gayer scarf,
The #Field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be #OldFashioned,
I'll put a #Trinket on.

- Emily #Dickinson (1830-1886)

#Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #gardeningpodcast #GardenPoem #GardenPoetry #GardenPoet #November #Wintergarden #Nature #Trees #WinterPoem #GardenersofMastodon
#FollowFriday #FollowBackFriday