Snowstorm Acrostic Poem Challenge:

S-tarting slow, with just a flake or two
n-ight of cloud-crammed canopy of deep indigos
o-ver hilltops and through vales to
w-intery city streets and country roads
s-oon; all too soon, the pace does quicken
t-ossing winds pick up as snowflakes thicken
o-h how they gather as a blizzard gets underway
r-ushing to get home, escape swirling ice and snow
m-other nature's anger expressed as white-out hell!-

It was a dusky black night
out back in the stix.
Sheriff Buford T Pusser
had been up with the kids.
The wife was in bed,
but something was wrong.
The chickens out back
made a cock a doodle doo sound
When he turned on the porch light,
and ran out to see.
The gals in the hen house
were going crazy.
He pulled out his pistol
and threw open the cage.
To find that old rocky
Had stolen their eggs.
Rocky was in there
With their eggs in a clutch.
He’d been caught red pawed,

Jack Frost
Cold winds, white snow
Blowing across the days
Requiring hats and warm clothing
Winter

Through dank-clouded moorlands lost in a fret
we covered the miles on this our last drive
to a seaside haven harried and wet.
Its greying guest houses scarcely alive,
peeling amusement parks closing at five.
An iron-dark sea enraged by a storm,
kids huddling in bus shelters hardly warm,
sea gulls bedraggled and damp as they dozed.
Joyful in summer what winter transforms,
despite what it promised, Minehead felt closed.

heil to the Wharton chief firebrand -
more worrisome than an ovarian cyst
every race, religion, nationality,
gender, creed, et cetera with impunity dissed
brigand able, eager, ready and willing
to punch contenders throwing his fist
against rival – one nasty and brutish soul
after reading, you get the gist.

Das boot trump out-
(oust him to) Waterloo
Eagerly awaits you
the bully in the white house and true.

Old folks,

Soft and round
warm and well seasoned
delicate yet firm
courteous and pleasing
content to just read
or work in the yard
their kindness is emminent
just give them a reason
so in their old age
please, don’t let them down
they’ll need your support
to get around town
when skies are gray
bring the kiddies around
to lift up their spirits
with a joyous sound
but most of all
spend some time gathered round
and blow them sweet kisses
when you pack to leave town

My wife puts on classical music for the dogs
when she leaves, hoping it will help them
forgive her absence while she is away.

Sometimes she doesn’t do this for them;
when they pee in the house, for instance.
Though her anger about this sort of thing is brief.

Let me explain:

When she comes through the door
their tails are always furiously wagging,
the universal sign of canine acquittal,
letting her know they hold no grievances.

Child of my heart and soul
you were born to me
on a brisk November season.

you were essential
oh blessed girl,
you my darling daughter

you were a miraculous joy to me
bringing forth such happiness
I can only remember the precious times

only a mother can know or feel the loss
of a daughter or the secrets we shared
throughout lives lived closely together

Tho' having passed this earthly life
you have flown from us much too soon
I still see your sweet face so clearly

I stare at the other side, dancing in painful enjoyment,
Where shadows linger, embracing a life now devoid of deployment.

In the clutches of addiction, a soul slowly withers away,
A tragic partnership with death, a relentless, haunting company

Needles whispering romises, a fleeting escape from despair,
Yet, each puncture deepens the depth of an endless, vacant stare.

Short lived fun marks the decay of the soul's core,
A symphony of sorrow, addiction's unrelenting uproar.

Stars twinkle above,
Guiding souls with endless love,
Cosmic lullaby.