(personal photo)
the hometown team
returns to a media blizzard
an icy reception
but underneath it all
little hands clamor for attention
(personal photo)
the hometown team
returns to a media blizzard
an icy reception
but underneath it all
little hands clamor for attention
It’s a frigid -26 Celsius with ice crystals in the air so I thought I would post a winter poem 🙂
Edward Gates
From: Heart’s Cupboard
the wind beats snow
against my house
threads hang from the coat of a man
filling the cracks in his home
last night a man with black hair
drank beer by the well house
he laughed through a crack in the door
I put more wood on the stove
I am warm leaning back
on the legs of his old chair
Subarctic tundra
vast ice covered wilderness
wee polar fox roams
Landscape morning frost
fairy-like ice-drops enchant
exposed raw beauty
Starlight glows brightly
icy pathway reflection
Santa’s twinkling eyes
Icebox season of
Siberian frosty breath,
gelid words glissade
An icy road gleams beneath tentative suede covered feet
It dares movement with its glint and shine
One soft wool lined boot slowly slides forward
While its mate tries valiantly to remain rooted where it is
Unwilling
Or unable
To trust the pathway
Black rubber soles search for purchase
To no avail
Buttock pads join vertical boot soles
Stiff, dark sentries snapped to attention
Cold seeps through layers
of wool
of denim
of flesh
Glacial chill settles like hoary frost
Each layer a fragile mass
Delicate, rigid
Easily shattered by a wrong move