it’s not the season
…..the occluded fronts
…..the barometrical pressures
it’s not the helpless sad sun
…..obscured by the sooty midday murk
the spiteful arctic sting
…..carried by the weak unsuspecting breeze
the frozen-rooted grass
…..aching to fall the forever green tree
…..it’s not the bare feet
upon the stone tiled floor
…..the rude awakening
in the ambient chilled bath
…..the blanket lost
to the frigid midnight moon
it’s not those
…..or anything
it’s just me
……….I’m cold
……………cold
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Wow. This made me catch my breath.
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Mission accomplished then. :)
Thank you for letting me know, sarahthespaz. I really appreciate it.
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I like your posts, they always make me think.
Excellent work
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I’m so happy to hear that, henrygame. I really appreciate you taking the time to let me know. It means a lot to me.
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Really nice imagery!
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Glad you like it, Shawn. :)
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The thought to ponder then is how do you warm up?
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Yeah…exactly.
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Excellent, I really liked it. Growing up in Winnipeg, in a big old, three-story house that you could just never get the chill out of. We all dreaded bath nights. Lol.
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Ha ha…um, Canada…
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