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[title] => July- The Perfect Time To Write of Snow
[time] => 2014-07-19 23:53:51
[hometext] => Poetry is completely unchained- it knows no season or country or race or.....anything- because, poetry is everything.
[bodytext] => July- the perfect time to write of snow; other than climes found at poles north and south most of us soak in this heat, sticky, so hard to beat, so why not feel (so what if not real) the sting, the cold; Oh, how the white flakes blow... I set my mind free (brrr..this is neat!) escaping the heat to feel. What does ninety-two mean? Is it a year? (Yes, long gone, I fear), but contextually here, a degree. Eyes closed, ninety-two means nothing to me. Encrusted trees fence, hemming this white barren field my mind is now in- A step, a plod toward yon trees with ice glistening at me. My first crunch as my boot smacks the expanse- punch! Crusted layer, the melt and refreeze, through quick as you please my boot sinks now, down, down to the softer yield of autumn leaves darkening, feeding earth, working toward spring in the cycle of death and life the loss of snow brings. The frozen still air I breathe deep- an icy blast intake, lips wide and bare, red rimmed nostrils aflare as my lungs heave in the thrill. Ninety-two gone, blown away in the travel to this white dancing light field of chill where heat has 'ere a trace left- only snow padded paw prints of this fields guests. I'll add mine to the fox and deer, (and why not?)- rabbits to fear size twelve muck boots, impressive spoor- Furry friends! No fear, I'm just here for the cold- nothing more! No need to be alone, I suppose- perhaps with eyes closed we can meet, you and I. Ringed in this spellbound enchantment of snow and ice- Eyes open here- a chuckle to share between me and you, Smiling wide with vaporised sighs How we escaped that sweat drenched land of ninety-two. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 14 [informant] => invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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