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December Snow
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December Snow |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
The wind howls, not moans, A rasping breath felt deep in the bones, Pulling the moisture out in ice bits Till I wake for longing of a wetting sip, Too early, too early in waking, Before alarm, before sun breaking, From the warmth I dare to slip Cold racing up from toe to hip Winter has set into my wall’s stones Rattling the panes with shrieking tones. This first of snow in the wind blow, harsh and frigid, the world gone ridged, My red dry eyes watches as flakes flies, but snow is slight, dusting of white, Blotting last green, the year that’s been no longer seen as the autumn ends. Slow steeping of tea, Moist aroma wakes my nose, Warms the inner me. Water boils On the stove uselessly there, In dryness In dimness, Steam rising into the air, A rapture Of moisture, Adds more than my fragrant tea Hopes to share To dry air, There later where soup will be, Water boils In labored hydrating toils. The day lays before, Shall I greet its cold being, Or sleep it once more. I’ve really no place to go And could have stood deeper snow, But now I’m awake And will watch day break And the icy winds that blow. Gloom |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
The day lays before, Shall I greet its cold being, Or sleep it once more. I’ve really no place to go And could have stood deeper snow, But now I’m awake And will watch day break And the icy winds that blow. same here...only I think a few degrees colder...brrrrrrrrr...but have the first fires burning M |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
ohhhh...Gloomy One, I felt it! I hope the tea warmed you.  "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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