From winter to …

By Rhiannonw

Thu, 05 Dec 2019
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Gloved and capped,
fingers chapped,
wind-whipped cheek,
no-one lingers,
flight from night
long, and bleak
locked-down growth
limp and soggy
slippery, slimy
frosty, foggy,
dreary, weary …

turn a key to
pseudo-summer,
cosy warmth and evening bright,
brief night …
winter’s haven: heated home!

[IP: take us somewhere where it isn’t freezing cold, or dark stupidly early]

 

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Just love the idea of coming home to a warm house after being out in the cold.

Your poem summed it up perfectly Rhiannon.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Jenny! What a blessing our cosy homes are at this time of year. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I liked the hurried way this starts and breathless way it finishes, like a sigh of relief. Pseudo Summer is a good phrase!

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Di, I appreciate your feedback again re the pace that comes over! Rhiannon