Mare's tails and mackerel scales make tall ships take in their sails.....

U is for Under.....

As in Under the weather, though not the 'under the weather' that most people associate with being sick---

Tonight, we were literally under the weather, under the attack, assault and destructive force of nature's pressure valve, weather.

I hadn't intended to write a post on 'Under', and most assuredly hadn't intended to write a post on weather, but, after the events of the evening, today's post practically wrote itself.

Tonight we were--

Under a severe thunderstorm warning
Under a flash flood warning
Under a tornado warning

Not sure who was more inconvenienced tonight by this dreadful weather, my associates and I because of the threat of working without power, or our customers who didn't like their shopping cut short by my insistence that they either leave or take shelter with us--- as in, they were no longer allowed to browse at their leisure, regardless of the approaching twisters.

I think we've been 'Under the weather' long enough.... this area's had more than its fair share of rough weather lately and it appears we have a bit more to endure tomorrow as well.

A-Z Reflections, year 4....

A-Z blogging challenge for 2014 has come and gone, seemingly without my realizing it. And, though I fell behind once or twice toward the end, I finished this year's challenge right on time. Really, I can't believe it's already over. I feel like I just finished my post for letter A... Year 4, for this blogger, was a far cry from the tortured state of despondency that was most of Year 3 -- I'll not mention the irony of this year's focus on death being easier to blog about than last year's foray into supernatural creatures, we'll leave that for my therapy sessions *ahem* As always, A-Z brought with it, not only 26 days of unbridled and far-reaching knowledge (disguised as entertaining and thought-provoking blog-posts), but a chance to connect with new faces while reconnecting with familiar faces--who had perhaps drifted away--from A-Z's past. I am always amazed by the ingenuity and inspiration that comes from lumping a couple thousand folk...

Bitter Honey

Weaving dreams of beguiling gold, a future's price for happiness. What secrets do you, determined, hold? asks the summer wind's soft caress. A guarded name, a hidden hope. Spinning wheels clutching time, grasping straw that falls away, What dreams may come, we soon may find, won't recall at end of day. A cherished life, a memory lost.

Battle Storm...

Storm's coming, war's brewing, rolling clouds choke the light, Cannon's rumble, bodies tumble, exploding stars steal the night. The heavens clap, the battle's snap, sinking deep the wounded fall, The lightning's spark, the thunder's hawk, drinking in the warring pall. Soldiers crawl, the ranks sprawl, beneath the wall of death, Eyes clenched tight, in teeth-bared fight, bequeathed their final breath.

From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

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