Winter outside; in heavy mist wrapped like a shawl around the apartment; in the wind lifting the few leaves left off of the trees; in the coldness of the temp'ratures tapping at the door - oops, sorry, that was for the neighbor. Where was I ... wow, it's cold out there. Indoors, where I am, still summer: sunlight, faked with lamps; cruise video on the VCR ... thoughts of warmth on the mind ... even if I must make my own weather! :)
"heavy mist wrapped like a shawl"; "temp'ratures tapping at the door"; "summer faked with lamps"; "cruise video" --great lines, Karla! See, (I'm sharing a trade secret here, so sshhhhh) these are the kinds of lines I like to grab and stick in a place I call "Lines from a poem unwritten", and then, when I need one of the lines, I "borrow" from my unwritten poem and plug it in where it belongs-- kind of like a toy store, you know-- where some toys wait and wait for the right little girl or boy to come along and purchase it. There's a hole on the shelf for a while, but gradually it gets filled up by more poetic merchandise. Also, you never know when you'll have a drout season, so canning and shelving is not a bad idea... You show your lines off well in this wonderful poem-- a really, super good write. --Charlie
I like the cold. I'm rather bundled up in layers than sweating my buns off. Nice thought however and that picture... ahhhhhhhhhh I think I might have to have a Mai Tai tonight ;-)
R~
... It's all in the anticipation, Karla! We most certainly DO create our own weather, that is for sure. My little raincloud travels with me if I'm in a grump with the sun for not shining... and as for the neighbour, she usually leaves me in a complete fog...!! Sounds like a night in on the bottle is called for... the Max Factor Tan! (AND the tequila, if you're really partying...) K xx
My sister lives in Maine. When I talked to her yesterday I tried not mention it had been 78 here, but she asked. Maine ain't the funnest place to be in the winter.
your photo looks so inviting,,,Northern MN was negative 32 this weekend,,burrrrrrrrrrrr I don't mind though, lol I was not there,,,, Nice write,,,
Christine
Oh, YUCK! Not your poem, but Mr. Ed below. I'd rather have snow rather than ice; much easier to navigate on snow than ice! Your poem brings warm tropical breezes and margaritas to mind. LOL Very well penned; brava! (I'd rather have the snow...)
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sis, Karen Lynn. :D
A note to Mr. Ed: PLEASE Be careful; don't hurt yourself!