The Chill

By Richard L. Provencher

Fri, 31 May 2019
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surrounds me

clings to these bones

 

since my attire

does not

protect sufficiently.

 

Shiver

as I plod through

overnight snow. It

 

delivers me

from my energy

 

and I yearn

for the end

 

of a demanding

journey.

 

 

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Richard,

It must have been some journey to have been walking in such conditions during the night. Your description of how you were feeling left me with the shivers as I read.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

I remember that trip vividly; snowshoes needed and began to snow once again.  What a blast plodding through two feet of snow on a mile and a half trail heading into high country for an overnight camp out. Object was tor checking out the 1,500 maple trees holding the maple sugar spouts, and transparent lines. TOO often moose knocked down lines that went from tree to tree then got coverred by heavy snow. They had to be uncovered in time for SPRING'S maple juice run.  . 

Richard L. Provencher