Revenge is a dish best served cold. ~ Khan Noonien Singh
Waking up the past few days it is becoming more apparent. Summer is fading fast and Autumn is rapidly approaching. I can tell by the frosty mornings around these parts. Oh, I’m sure we’ll get our flashes of warm days again, but “you-know-what” is on its way. I have much to do before that time runs out.
But let us address the issue of cold. We’ve seen folks with “cold” attitudes toward things. We’ve dealt with temperatures that were not so temperate. Who doesn’t like a cold beverage on those warm days? Or a chilled glass of wine? An ice-cold beer? Who doesn’t scream for ice cream? Gazpacho teases the palette in a very cool way. And let’s not forget all of our brothers and sisters who have suffered through the ravages of mother nature with the hurricanes and floods and earthquakes, leaving them “out in the cold.” So, embrace something cold and tell us about it in your poem.
WALT’S CHILLING WORDS:
A COLD DAY IN HELL
A constant rain kept falling for three days
to saturate the grass and feed the streams.
Autumn weather cannot be predicted.
The atmosphere was draped in foggy haze
and attitudes inflamed to shatter dreams!
Such is life the way it is inflicted.
Another rainy day in Buffalo.
We pray for days in which the sunlight beams
But days like those cannot be predicted.
And soon we will be knee deep high in snow.