Poetry.

Ah, a brighter day! We were at my nieces house, toasty warm with plenty of food. The little cousins played games and they had a great time together. The rest of us sat and talked, slept, or watched movies. I caught up on some much needed sleep, I was really exhausted. I had to worry whether our pipes busted or if the food in the freezer was ruined. It was cold but was it cold enough to stop bacteria from getting into the food. As soon as someone lets us know the electric is back on we’ll have to go straight home and find out.

Continuing on with the photo essay of the ice storm that not only affected the Ohio Valley but much of the nation in late January 2009.

The storm of all winter storms hit the Ohio Valley and my neighborhood last January. (09) It wasn’t the first terrible winter storm, but it was definitely one of the worst I have witnessed in my near half-century life. My first severe weather storm was the blizzard of 78, which had snow over our heads, school was out, which we all loved, but the cold was unbearable. The one thing we didn’t have that I can recall was a covering of ice on everything. I do recall a few short years ago, we had an ice storm that rivaled this one, but it didn’t affect us as badly, but then I wasn’t living 12 miles from the nearest store either. The more rural areas had been hit the hardest then. Now, I live in the rural hills of southern Ohio.

The aftermath of an angry winter storm can sometimes be a beautiful thing.

Beat, absurdist, visionary.

Short poem inspired by my children’s fabulous choice of wardrobe.