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[title] => BROWN LEAVES TO ICICLES
[time] => 2005-11-25 23:54:04
[hometext] => I have to admit, I love Wyoming Winters passionately!
[bodytext] =>  BROWN LEAVES TO ICICLES Over the bridge and across a frozen pond I can view the handiwork of Jack's Frost's magic wand..... Proud, erect Aspen with yellow leaves, turned brown. I can see icicles dripping their rainbows in crystal gown. Beneath my snow boots I hear a crisp and crunch sound, Dark brown leaves and icicles every where abound. A nip on my nose, as my breath fogs the cold air Turtle neck clings tightly, with fleece and long-john underwear Winter makes me feel 10 years younger for some reason. The chill in the air gives me a surge like no other season Wyoming Winter's can be so invigorating. A good ole fashioned snow ball fight reduces ageing. As the icicles melt, and the brown leaves disappear, My anticipation begins to build for another icy winter next year...... For me, 'twil ne'r be complete 'til I can once again ski........ Challenging the cold slippery steep slope just mountain and me! Created by Lovingcritters consue November 23, 2005  There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. ~Ruth Stout~ *Wondrous Winter Smiles* [comments] => 3 [counter] => 482 [topic] => 27 [informant] => lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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