FROSTY Returns Just in Time

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It’s that time of year again! This photo of me having one of the times of my life!

This photo of me whooping it up is from a long time ago, photo credits going to the Chronicle-Telegram decades ago.   

Basically shy, you would never catch the real me…in my own body and clothing get-ups…marching down the main street in town as Frosty the Snowman.   Such shenanigans are only likely for some people as marchers when clad in wonderful costumes…charming the kids along the route, who all wanted to shake hands with Frosty and his Friends.

This was a gala Christmas Parade back in the 1970s (or so) and the costumes were thanks to a company that had just made them of foam and fleece.   I should dig out the photos of some of the other characters costumes…they were excellent.   They included Santa, the three Pigs, the Wolf, and assorted others.  The parade featured the North Ridgeville (Ohio) High School Band, and lots revelers.  

I have posted this photo previously on SOMETIMES.    It always cheers me up….being Frosty is uplifting and happy days  

Promise in a Poem (Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge entry)


I am unique among my peers
having arisen from the Winter
more or less intact… if a bit bedraggled.
One might say the word—disarray?
to describe broken remnants
and staring, bleary rimless eyes
askew and discolored
arrangement of my limbs and leaves,
disheveled scraps of nascent green
tones, silky serrated edges of hemline.
Better days have been….and will be again
and my modest Winter garments
will have fallen to the ground.
Please don’t judge me—for who among us
can preserve the beauty and newness of Summer
beyond the ravages of rain and snow
and Cold from the relentless winds?
You are invited to return in half a year hence,
and feast upon my resurrected beauty
as new green foliage  and velvety petals
of red and white roses prevail.

© Sometimes, 2017

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: January 22, 2017



dreaming daisies, a picture-poem (reblog)


when the snow
covers the meadow
in silence
so profound
dreams of daisies linger long
after petal fall

© Sometimes, 2017

The Shadorma is one of my favorite poetic forms.  It consists of six lines…                  of 3, 5, 3, 3, 7, and 5 syllables…respectively.


(Day 12, 2017)

which is worse…cold crisp snow
that freezes the toes and tip of the nose
that chills our  livers  and sends shivers up the spine
—or melting  slush of wet and grime?

in place of charming crunch of boots
and pinching cheeks rosy and frosting young shoots
discouraged from peeping ‘oer the sturdy ground
that protects from  sinking deep in the mire…

wading through former fresh fallen snow,
now transformed into slurping melting slush pools
seeping into shoes and soaking pantlegs
dripping and sogging our ankles..

soon more sparkling drifts of snow
will follow, draping upon the slush of yesterday…
adorning crests and crevices with camouflage
of winter’s beauty…just tread with care.

© Sometimes, 2017


Welcome to My Home


(Photo101, first assignment, 2015 March 3]


{The beautiful Bleeding Heart is from last year.   It is safe and sound under the clump of snow seen to the right  in the photo below.]

This scene is the one that I enjoy the most when I return from traveling.  The barn and the greenhouses are across the road, the maple trees along the road an in the next door neighbor’s yard.   These are good sized shrubs, nestled along the path through the snow covered walk.  I am standing at my front door, shooting outward, toward the southwest.    The beautiful wind-chime is a bell made of metal, the clapper is shaped like a Ginko leaf.