Old Man Winter Isn’t Done With Us Yet

Old Man Winter’s here
suited up in his finest
lending us some snow
he’ll be on his way again
he is not done with us yet

Winter’s Planning on Sticking Around

An Audio Rapid Rhyme

Photo by Kirsten Kimasch via ReShot
Winter’s Planning on Sticking Around

Winter whispers in my ear
cold & flu season is definitely here.
We have not been spared–no dismissals,
no chance at making ourselves useful.
Cuddled under covers with our loves,
fishing through movies in fingerless gloves.
No “White Christmas”, but payback has landed,
thankful to God I’m sheltered–not stranded.

I’m taking time to count my blessings,
praying intently, sharing my confessions.
The days ahead are getting longer,
my broken heart is beating stronger.
Old Man Winter isn’t asking for much,
one day soon, I’ll embrace the touch
of anyone in my circle or crew
I’m waiting for that day, it’s true.

Isolation keeps me weary,
my brown eyes are often teary.
I can’t change the season,
and there’s really no reason
for me to rush time.
Here and now is sublime.



Hell in a Handbasket, but There’s Still Time for Autumn

One of the last trees to still sport its autumn leaves. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

This nation, as I see it, is going to Hell in a handbasket. It will be carried by the same naysayers who believe the all-knowing and loving God is for their hypocritical ways and do not oppose their actions. The God you serve is not the God I serve. My God is more than likely weeping as he watches His children carry on like fools, senselessly taking the lives of others, running amok without fair cause, and denying human beings basic rights.

You are playing a flute that holds no sound, yet you want me to listen. Where is your melody? How does it benefit me? When will it actually do something worthwhile?

We elected a president who, when it all falls down, has sided with a judicial system that purposes a select few. He has said out of his mouth, to respect the system, to acknowledge what has been done peacefully. For real? Like, for real . . . real? Acknowledge a system that has NEVER worked in anyone of color’s favor? Acknowledge a system and respect it that could not bring forth a verdict that actually makes sense?

It is 2021, yet we are reliving days of Antebellum. There is no escaping this. This is what they want. And to get to where they intend to seek refuge, they will continue to whittle us down like pieces of wood.

I’m so tired of people making excuses for America. America has ALWAYS been this way. She isn’t changing. Her ways are not so distant from the 1800s–they’re only slightly different.

I walked through my neighborhood today, still seething in anger from an unjust system. I tried to remain calm. I tried to look to Jernee for some semblance of peace. But I found it . . . in the last leaves of autumn.


**I don’t intend to argue or go back and forth with anyone about my thoughts, feelings, and opinions. I know what I’ve lived, witnessed, been forced to do, and experienced. Racism is still alive and well. I don’t need anyone to tell me what is and isn’t.