Thursday, December 24, 2009


When Niagara froze solid, 1911


Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray;
Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way:
Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on,
And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
-John Dryden


Glenda Council Beall said...

This photo personifies COLD.
I like.

Western North Carolina Writer's Underground said...


Huddled close to the warming rays of the candle,
Its feeble glow gives but little heat.

Belly full, a sheaf of dead writers in my hand,
Lost in the past I share the moment with them.

The sleepers grunt, snuffle and wheeze in their dreams,
Morpheus comes not for me, not yet!

The stars wheel in their ageless rounds,
The Balsams give off their Christmassy smell.

A last bit of chocolate to stoke the body furnace,
Its bittersweet taste lingers on my tongue.

I shiver against the night, cold in my bones,
Put the candle out, time for sleep.

Chuck Connors, November 6, 2007