Amusing poem about the rain and the sun.

The folk lore is that if ground hog doesn’t see his shadow and run back in his hole to hid that spring is just around the corner. Maybe so but I live way up north in North Country and I know, shadow or no shadow spring is still a long way off and there is a lot of wintry ice and snow and blow left to be had no matter what ground hog says. Read more…

The unexpected dangers of the beautiful nature.

First attempt at English version Haiku.

Lori is awakened from a recurring dream, to find it had now become reality.

The weather changes all the time, and so does humanity.

Fairy Tale Detective Stanley the Stoat investigates strange weather on a beach.

A poem of how one can change just like the weather.

Off topic poem I wrote about hurricanes…

There is an African say, which says that something good for you always stays. Therefore, you have to be satisfied by each moment of joy you have. There are ways to be happy like going to a concert to listen to classic music.