piebald Adjective – marked in two colors, esp. black and white Synonyms – painted, pied, parti-colored
The snow isn’t leaving for good, this I know. This is just a pause between the slow drumbeats of the season. It’s as if Old Man Winter is teasing us by offering a frosty vision of what it will be like, if only we will hold on. As if we had any choice but to hold on!
The patches of snow and ice on the land make wonderful pinto patterns. They remind me a little of the horse figures cut into the chalk hills of Britain. Along the canal, water is seeping through the ice, quickly turning it back into dark liquid. The moment I happened by there was only a couple of small patches of slush, which look to me like a catfish and a swimming mink, both albino of course. The shore above is dappled with snow and rocks instead of sun and shadow. Everywhere I look it’s stark, but perhaps not unlovely.
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.