from the north, the wind
funnels through this happy valley
raising dust in streets and alleys
howling like a banshee witch …
greetings from winter.
from the north, the wind
creeps into my bones at night
and toss and turn as I might
I wake with aches and I know …
winter is near.
from the north, the wind
bringing polar Siberian cold
pushing into exile – the last warmth
that kissed this happy valley …
winter has returned.
Not yet, cara, not yet!! Whoa!! but I admit it is close, we can feel the dampness in our bones.
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Well … there was supposed to be a sort of progression … a build up from greetings – to near and then it’s here. Nope it’s not here yet but that darned north wind has been blowing here two days straight and the temps have dropped .. but we do have sunshine and very clear skies.
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Wonderful description, so vivid, so true!
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Thanks Heather!
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“I wake with aches and I know winter is near.” I can very well relate to it!
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Ah … I’m afraid many can relate Payal!
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…. the image just really emphasizes that “chilled to the bone” feeling in the poem ….a valley as a cold, damp rain funnel. Brrrrr!
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Yep … the past few days though, it’s just been the wind, and a very cold one at that, the temps have really dropped and I’m writing with a blanket around me ’cause it’s cold this morning. But it’s hard to catch wind in a photograph so I used a rain storm.
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It certainly worked …..!
Stay warm, milady!
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yep!
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