When the air is chilled, sound
Travels more crisply; that guy
Behind, who would have been
Loud anyway, well tonight his
Voice carries brightly past my
Ear. It's that kind of cold night,
Early enough so those out in
It are not carousers, too late
To be coming from the office
Unless you're inclined to late
Hours. Maybe you're strolling
Home from a dinner, or out
With your dog. In the cold, it's
Hard but walking your dog is
A duty. He probably loves it
The bright clean air. Some of
You put coats on the critter
But I think he'd be happier if
You let him out au naturel.
This little guy swaggers out
And down the steps, his guy
A coupla steps behind him.
It's that kind of cold night.
Category Archives: Cold & windy
The public pool
Living this close to its majestic
Frame, you notice how its clad,
Determine its mood, you'd clap
When it was near ready, dressed
For its opening day in blue and
White, the stage set for summer
Fun. You'd notice this every year
In May, readying for the June
Season. Today, in the windy chill,
Its crisp appearance, wearing a
Light blue pinafore, beckoning
Warmth, is refreshing.
Lear on the moor
Have you lost your way so far that
You secure the rapacious daughter,
Honor the unworthy son? Those you
Should- nay can- trust you cast aside,
Deeming the trustworthy in doubt.
Your day is filled with whipping winds
And swirls of an uncertain mind. Your
Night could find you comfort if you let
Love comfort and care for you. There
Is a child that would give you tender
Care in exchange for nothing but your
Need. You needn't show her a kindness
Not even a word of gratitude or praise.
She will help you find your way and let
You enjoy the restoration of your wits.
Seasonal
What is your favorite season of year? Why?
You are the season of my year
The fall the winter spring and
The summer. I live in the time
You alot me. My winter is never
Too cold as long as you can be
Near. Summer is hotter when
You approach but I am happy to
Bear the heat. Cool falls and oh
So sweet mild springs round out
Our year. You are the season I
Love most. I live in the time we
Are alotted, one day one season
Gone
Inevitably, it all passes
Sometimes, slowly like
A drifting cloud on a
Windless day or as quickly
As a car race at LeMans.
Inevitably and without a
Warning, time steals away
A deep freeze
It's not news to anyone who's been
Out today, it's cold out -profoundly
So. My skin has just begun to thaw
In the warmth of a very comfortable
Room. It tingles, itchy, smarting as
It warms up, unsure that it is OK to
Relax or ease into the temperature
In which there is no pain, sitting in
Short sleeves, happily feeling air
Not layers of clothing swaddling
Me against whipping winds and
Egregious chills. I am lighter on my
Own outside the winter jackets, the
Protections through which gales
Force themselves, against my will.
Tamara, really 