Shrouded Shore: The Many Musings of Thom Singleton

  Backyard Riches There’s diamonds in the yard today, Sprinkled all over the new-fallen snow. When the world is frosty - even the sun feels cold -  The shining orb still gives riches of a different kind, visual ones. There are thousands of snowflakes glinting in the light. I’m rich!

  Flurries Before the flakes today come the flurries. So said the weatherman and so it is. From the North blow tiny bits of snow. A fog of them descends. Fun to watch as they swirl and whirl, “flurry,” I guess, Before settling in the already snow-filled yard. We’ll see if the weatherman is right again When he said it will change to snow, the bigger, flakier kind.  And, as I’m writing this, it’s time to get out the shovels. It looks like he is right again.

  Nature’s Warning I stoke the furnace of the fiery sun to keep the planet from freezing. I twirl the Earth to darken the night to allow for creatures sleeping. I sprinkle stars around the sky, create worlds for doing and dreaming. I blow-up the wind in gusty breaths to cool the planet’s warming. My huge hurricanes of late are very destructive to give mankind a warning. I, Nature, cannot be challenged for you are just part of me,  and when you hurt me, you hurt yourself as well.

  Earth’s Voyage In the vast sea of the Universe, we’re all in the same boat called Earth. Earth is sailing the sea with a crew that has rendered it derelict. If we wish to stay afloat, and save its crew, we need to make Earth shipshape again. As Jane Goodall says, together we must, together we can, together we will. To be that able crew, we must take action… Clean the air. Clean the water. Stop using throw-away plastic. Use clean power, solar and wind, Recycle. Reforest. Buy local. Better yet, grow your own. Think green. Think sustainable. It’s still possible. It’s for ourselves. It’s for the generations to come. Let’s do it!  

  Frost Bite Today, the coldest day of the year so far Minus eleven degrees, minus thirty with the wind chill Frost bite in less than ten minutes on bare skin I get bitten just thinking about it They closed the schools today That frost is not going to chew on me Think I’ll just crank-up the heat and settle-in with a good book It’s supposed to be twenty degrees tomorrow Heat wave!

  Pilgrimage Surf’s up at Niagara Falls. The St. Lawrence Seaway has become the St. Lawrence Sea. The East Coast has retreated west in the breezy, tropical winds of climate change. Sea foam licks the new Appalachian shore as coastal cities are flooded to oblivion.  Americans retreat with the flood, a grim pilgrimage.