A Hint of Vapour
By Richard L. Provencher
Mon, 25 Feb 2013
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Salient in evening’s twilight
curls like a snake
in the midst of temperature
with minus degrees
like a pole-lamp with
curlicue twisting
that demands a firm grip
and hardy for
those who
dare take the risk.
From afar
we feel stiffness in our
joints---snowshoes
drifting apart in journey’s
return. And we
thrill at the sight
of being home again.
© Richard L. Provencher
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This is lovely, Richard;-)
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
This is lovely, Richard;-)
Love that word 'curlicue'.
Tina
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Great poem Richard, I liked
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Great poem Richard,
I liked the idea that it's good to go out on
adventures, but really nice to come home.
Very well put and deserved of cherries.
Jenny.
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