Why Winter


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Windows reflect a gloomy sky; as dreary light stains the panes. Clouds cluster as smoky spiders awaiting juicy treats.

Slowly, dying leaves signal the arrival of fall, and the subsequent winter. Everywhere: A picturesque brilliance of browns, yellows, and oranges, beautifully adorns the landscapes, and of course, the trees. Tony frets because he hates winter; he hates cold.

His favorite seasons are spring and autumn; Tony cares nothing of the remaining months, mostly wishing that they would disappear; and especially the humid sticky months of summer.

His youth insulated the lad from winter’s wrath; delightfully, he even enjoyed sledding, and ice skating and other things that his friends and he would do.

These days, Tony fondly remembers the excitement, and as much as he commits to it, rarely would he venture out to play; those days are long gone. Always, tomorrow, maybe. Fantastically, the wishful man draws lines in the sands; daring winter to cross. That’s right, step back, folly is the labyrinth of fools, and the path to “fool school” is unattractive, perilous. The inquisitive man ponders (just) one simple question:

Why Winter

Slowly, as winds chill the trees,
an icy tail sweeps the skies.

Trees stiffen as frigid fingers stab
and pierce crusty barks.

Dank puke sprays the lands as
swelling clouds slap high fives.
Coursing, birds fly inside the misery.

Everything ripe for the picking;
summer evolves from plush greenery
to ice, snow and muddy plaque.

The air grows colder.

I cannot help but wonder, why winter
smiles with invasive discomforts,
unwanted perils and devastation,
with her cold and frozen face.

Why is she wantonly brutal.
Why must we surrender.
Why not simply, go away.
Why?… She never listens.

A cool sun lights the sky;
tree limbs supplicate as apples dangle.
A cringing canvas displays the fruits
as cold candy reds.

Then a bird trills, I languish inside
its harmonies; I stir its chromatic fire.
The song is hypnotic; yet, I distract…
Does the creature wary of winter.

Cold hurts me.

Mornings: I berate my bed;
“How ‘dare’ you push me out!”
Mocking the day,
I wish for better times.

I wish, for spring.

Copyright ©2014 Delbert H. Rhodes

Something About You: The Peeping Eye

Spying on My Neighbour??!

By Delbert H. Rhodes

Lightly kissing Ja’nia’s ear, Troy says, “You have something I want, so you should be wary of me.” Enjoying his kiss, sweetly, Ja’nia asks, “What do I have that you want?” His lips tenderly brushing her ear, “Beautiful eyes an alluring smile candy lips and luscious hips.”

Smiling and trying to catch her breath, Ja’nia pushes away from Troy, but remains within his reach. Continuing the flirt, “And is that all?” Then deliciously staring into her eyes, Troy says, “You.” “I want all of you.”

Ja’nia’s entire body teems with desire, but she cannot appear easy. No woman with self-respect allows any man to ‘have’ her too quickly; to treat her as some baited fish dangling from his wormy hook. Even if it, and all of it, is absolutely true-and regarding Ja’nia’s feelings for Troy, it is.

Stepping farther away from Troy and looking out the windows, Ja’nia skillfully probes him. She needs to be sure of this man’s feelings for her. True and though Ja’nia has known Troy since they were children, and has loved him ever since, still, she must know. Oh, yes, Ja’nia realizes the lust of it all, and God knows she too lusts for Troy. For as long as she can remember it has always been this way. Troy has been the object of her affections, and her love…for years.

“Tell me something about you that nobody else knows.” Smiling, but quizzically distracted, Troy moves closer to Ja’nia, “Something nobody knows?”

Seconds begin to feel heavy; still, the two individuals seem transfixed in time. Ja’nia, patiently waiting, as Troy, thinking, tends to be somewhere else.

Turning to look out at the distant trees, Troy relishes the cohesion between the trees and the landscape. Strangely, and this has never occurred before now, Ja’nia’s question offers Troy something he has always been without, actually, something that he has avoided, the opportunity to love someone else.

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Right now, Ja’nia is disappointed. Enough time has elapsed, and her question remains unanswered. She wonders whether she should never have asked it. Just as Ja’nia turns to walk away, Troy takes her hand. Once more, he tenderly brushes her cheek with his, and then softly, he whispers, “Sometimes I dream about a twin brother.”

Ja’nia is amazed about what Troy has told her, searching his face, she is certain that the tale is no lie. She asks, “What twin brother?” “When did you have a twin brother?” Troy explains that it is a dream, but often he wonders whether he had a twin before birth.

Still shocked by the story, Ja’nia offers support; she notices that Troy’s manner has become quite serious. This is something of great importance to him, and Ja’nia is satisfied, she feels secure that Troy truly loves her. She is happy.

Yes, Troy loves Ja’nia; however, he also has another love, a great love. A tale he would never share with Ja’nia or anyone else; that is, until the final moment has arrived. You see, Troy is a “Peeper.”

The high tech unsavory habit began because of his military involvements. A military lifer, Troy is Special Forces. He uses ultra-secret technologies to do his job his job is killing.

Troy remains on active duty and deploys whenever receiving the call. Missions take him anywhere in the country and the world. His kills are top secret and have the highest security clearances. Even the Country’s President cannot access the intelligence, and knows nothing of the personnel. Troy is a trained killer and the best.

The Lieutenant Colonel has led many men into harm’s way and with zero loses. Naturally, death ever awaits everyone, especially those facing it daily. This soldier loves his country; he loves his job, TROY LOVES KILLING. Lately, he has developed an even deeper love; one that takes him into the far reaches of the Internet.

Thanks to the military, Troy’s laptop, home computer and smartphone host speciliaized software. Directly accessing a military satellite, the Eye, the technology affords bird’s eye view, and worldwide. Yes, and not only site locations, but and like Supey, the Eye can see through walls, yes, and even Kryptonite.

The advanced technology exceeds the stuff the forces use in the field. The Infrared Sector has severe options attached. These and other capabilities make one man almost invincible. He has as much and more resources than an entire field battalion.

Consider: you are a little lovely taking a steamy, bath, shower or maybe even relaxing in the hot tub. The Eye sees you…ALL OF YOU.

Why would a highly ranked military type reduce to low-life behavior? Excitement. The desire to crack another unopened shell, and simply for the thrill. Unfortunately, the thrill got too hot, and the zealous military man is a bit too involved.

Initially, peeping into the private lives of others was distraction, fun, but then Troy became obsessed; he could not wait to do it again, and again. Now the man’s passions consume him.

Yes, and from time to time, the Peeper encounters a screened vision that drives him, and Troy just loves taking a ride. He enjoys going over the wall, and is hungry for the other side.

Whenever his appetite triggers, a visit is in order. Correct, an onsite visit occurs. Before he comes face to face with a sweetie Troy does a little reconnaissance. He uses the Internet for initial intelligence, and then tours the neighborhood.

Next, and even when someone is at home, the commando pops in for a closer look. While on point, the soldier familiarizes himself with the properties. The Eye has already provided the intelligence, but Troy likes firsthand knowledge. Two months ago a kill occurred. The woman decided to struggle just a little too much and then screamed. Instantly, and like the swift kiss of sharpened steel, Troy snapped the woman’s neck.

First, the feeling disturbed him, after all, the man never intended more than tasting her; but, and almost immediately, his sensors rang off the charts. His feelings overwhelmed him; it was more exciting than killing in the field. EXCITING! Troy could hardly wait for the next time. Strategy: Target. Intelligence. Engagement. KILL.

Tonight: Troy has a date to keep, and he anticipates a fun time.

(Ja’nia cannot know.)

Copyright © 2012 Delbert H. Rhodes