Open Poetry #41 |
The Ozone Pole |
Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
I turn the ozone pole to high, filling the house with the scent of winter's frost. I open the window just a crack, for it is only ten degrees. I hear the streaming Christmas music that is still running on kool105.com, and, fill the house with winter green, mixing it with frosted air from Nature (though she doesn't really need enhancing). I step outside. A generous snowfall over night which was not predicted in the forecast. Midnitesun knows about egg beaters. Making egg beaters in the micro. Brewing hot spiced tea in the cold. Some must go to work today. And me? I just sit here and do this. Taking care of business, I work by doing nothing all day ... From the Palmer divide to Pueblo, from Fort Collins to the Springs, this, is the Southern Cross |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
It seems to me that you have done a fine and lovely work here, dear Jaime. Love and joy, stay warm. Margherita |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"fill the house with winter green, mixing it with frosted air from Nature (though she doesn't really need enhancing)" So true! And yes, Jaime, I still use eggbeaters! |
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