february chill
memories of a walk on a cold night …
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spaces in the dark
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white on the pasture
interrupts the night
clings to cold twilight
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footfalls
beside me
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a black horse
assembles from shadow
ponders the snow
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your coat
folded around me
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the horse lifts its head
knows where deer hesitate
where wings brush against barn boards
where I stand in the snow
and shiver
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never so warm again
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chill spaces around me
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no feathers to fly
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Copyright 2014 Jane Tims
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I think life is about contrast. Its funny how winter seems so cold and terrible, yet this last visit to Nova Scotia I found the -9 and the deep fluffy snow such a great treat. I found I missed it. The weather here so steady and consistent. Level 1 California Drought with no snow for skier( until recently) . Anyway lovely poem, but rather than stand and be chilled , stand and be awed by the amazing beauty of winter. As you heart warms to the quiet stillness of the cold air, bring a flask with you and take a sip of irish whiskey
Love you… someday you will be famous
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Stan
February 12, 2014 at 11:41 am
Hi Stan. Thanks for commenting on the poem. As for being famous, if only… Interesting you miss the snow. I think I would too. We are really woven into our environments in spite of what we may think. This year I have realised that I actually hibernate in so many ways (I read and knit more for example). I think we gravitate to those small rhythms of life. You could simulate hibernating where you are by devoting a part of the year to swinging in a hammock and drinking that Irish whiskey for (say) a couple of months of the year. And you could knit. Love, Jane
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jane tims
February 12, 2014 at 3:32 pm
This is so beautiful, Jane. So wintry.
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Robin
February 11, 2014 at 5:35 pm
Hi Robin. Thanks! Sounds like you are having your own taste of winter. Jane
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jane tims
February 12, 2014 at 10:39 am