Coldness without you when
hot were the memories as
thrilling as our summer picnic
kissing hearts on a calico
blanket many a blessed day
Summer skies then turned
gray and summer's warmth
faded away the season from
summer's heat to winter's snow
beginning to freeze to the bone
Then your sweet calling beckoned
me in the house and the designing
snow continued falling rejoicing..
our bed providing us another kind
of blanket
(c) Winter of our Summer Snow
16April2013
Vivian L Dawson
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Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)
Reviewed on May 13, 2013
some blankets are definitely more memorable, more supple, more lithe and more malleable than others, some hotter, some colder... and as the seasons of our lives do their slow dance upon our souls, most oftener than not, we snuggle closest to those whose blanket promises to keep us warm whether the weather threatens or invites, and this poem hints at all of that and more because the summer snows knows more than it lets on ...
Thanks for the wink and the prayer, dearest Vivian.
Roger
Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
Reviewed on April 22, 2013
I think I prefer Summer, not to say Winter is bad. There is no evidence of a winter of discontent in this piece, shades of growing old disgracefully too.
Sylvia Masters, a hot fifty-two year old widow and CEO of her husbands company is challenged by her own instincts, family and friends when the Lieutenant investigating the murder of her ex-fiancee ask her to dinner. After a tumultuous beginning, the
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Thanks for the wink and the prayer, dearest Vivian.
Roger
Always,
Deborah
and quite sure summer's warmth
was found there :)
Love and Light
Lily
Ron
The warmth of quilts and downs to cuddle for...winter snows!!
Lady Mary Ann