I got out of our car in the garage recently and was struck by the decorative filigree look of the frost on the cement floor. This calls for a photo, I said to myself, as I often do.
It reminded me of something, but I couldn’t quite place it, so I let it ruminate in the back of my mind for a bit. Isn’t it a marvel the way you can put something on the back burner of your mind and it simmers away behind the scenes while you go on with other things? The older I get, the longer the pot has to simmer, but today, the brew came to a boil and I had an “Aha!” moment. I present the following for your consideration:
It’s a phoenix! A frost phoenix! If you can’t see it, let me know and I’ll say some earnest prayers for your imagination. (Where’s the smile emoji when you need it? Insert one here: ____). I’m trying to decide if another round of speed poetry is called for here. Sometimes I just can’t resist.
The phoenix rose up from the flames
Ablaze with colors of the sun
It shouldn’t have picked a sub-zero day
To show off and have some fun.
The cold hit that thing like a big Mack truck
It staggered and reeled some more.
The flames just sputtered, withered and died,
And the phoenix froze to the floor.
Ha ha!
I’ll probably delete this in the morning – and then it will rise up from the flames!
Lynniebeemuseoday 