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You Don’t Know Jack

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He sat atop a hill near the town, looking it over in the way he had.  It wasn’t quite a sneer, but most folks would say it was.  He was watching the soft white tufts as they floated quietly down on the burg, blanketing it.  It was a light falling, building up only about 1/8 inch an hour or so.  He smiled quietly to himself, the sneer growing more pronounced.  It etched into his long face.

“Yep.  Soft white beautiful flakes.  So innocent.  Let’s see what they think of it in about 90 days!”  He laughed.  “Gotta live up to my name!”

Word Count: 100

Photo Credit to Sarah Potter for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.

*Unfortunately, I missed this one.  So, here it is, late, but still…

Namaste,

Scott

Early Winter Poems Continued

Three winter poems.  In the first, I watched as a cat tried to catch a bird on the snow.  In the second, I was driving home from my second job and it was dark and snowy and I was a bit sleepy.  Finally, I was walking one day and being very careful and saw a foot print.  Enjoy!

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Providence

By Scott L Vannatter

12/16/85

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Soft pad, feather-light step upon the fresh mounds.

Hardened by the cold, the Tom creeps forward.

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Small sparrow, unknowing prey, tips across, tiny beak

darting in-out, gathering small bits of bites.

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Within reach the neck ripples, ready for launch,

sinews stand tight, flexed by instinct.

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Front paws, claws out, stretch upward, hungrily.

White buckles and opens its maw, swallowing coldly.

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Taking flight, the young bird sails over the saving crevasse,

the yellow eyes gleaming from the depths.

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Silent White

By Scott L Vannatter

12/16/85

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Lights fade, dead noise, only tread on ice,

A steady hum, reminder of the world, not distraction.

Half a length  of the long arm to talk me-to-me.

Quiet conversations, the night folding, the stakes pulled.

Half-dream, the world screams with silence.

Strings of white stretch car-to-car, a chain of brightness,

ready to wrap the tree.

Vent on, the fresh chill wakens, window down, clearness shines.

.               White ball of cold light glistens the snow hump,

.                 stretching shadows long, spot-shine of purity,

.                   star-covered earth sending points back.

.          Past, present, future all rolled thoughts jumping, merging,

.               all time as one, no time, everytime

.           Thoughts groping, hoping for answers, but none.

.          Then beauty creeps in, crowding out and love answers.

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Memories of Snow

By Scott L Vannatter

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Trudging up the white mounds to the walk,

steps icy, glassy, frosted ground-windows of water,

fear of quick descent into blackness, I move slowly.

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At the upward corners I spy a memory.  Little shape,

sole-in-snow, a print, not unlike a camera creation, the

ridges are ant-mountains, zig-zag pointers showing the

Have been, was once.

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Movement transformed to solidness, the journey continued,

is continuing, will continue – memories remain.

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Some deeper, touching ground, concrete, foundationary.

These tiny remembrances of play and childhood fade

into the day, forgotten but by one.

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Namaste,

Scott

Spring? Spring?! Spring! – Well, not quite yet…

I was thinking today of how beautiful it is here and how winter is supposed to return in just a few hours and be with us for the rest of the week.  It was sweatshirt weather today and will, likely, be snowing by tomorrow night and rainy and nasty tonight and tomorrow.  So, I went to buy groceries today at good old Wal-Mart.  To and from, I had my trusty camera and photographed some of the scenery for you all.  Not beautiful, yet, but…it’s on its way!

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Here is our start, my house, from across the street.

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Look! The sun glinting off the windshields of cars not covered in ice and snow!

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Ah, but the vestiges of the mess are still apparent, even right across the parking lot.

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I wanted you to see the fine county roads we have to travel on. I took this right before I was bounced three times in a row!

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I think that I shall never see…

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This is gorgeous in the late fall and in the winter deep snow.

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If I remember Miss Hopeful Hugger, you love horses, yes?!

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There are a myriad of houses on route. This one is new? and I have never seen it before. Does look like a modular, doesn’t it?

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This is the bigger grandiose style of home.

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This is a church that was sold and bought and transformed into a home.

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Enjoy!  Namaste,

Scott

5 Winter Haiku

Winter Haiku Views
By Scott L Vannatter
November 24, 2012

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Frosty temps outside
Cups of chocolate inside
Nose and lips feel good

2)
Snowman and fort built
Balls of ice pelt the places
Only mounds remain

3)
Back roads when icy
Carry sleds down very fast
Children roll off them

4)
Christmas kisses soft
Are nice when done inside house
Outside they freeze lips

5)
Christmas morning comes
Opening presents goes fast
Then the love begins

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