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  1. Tinker


    Reminders Outside the cold bites tender plants and shrivels vitality limp and black while inside thick walls, warmth rides acrid air fouled by smoke and the stench of sickness. A croaking cough emanates from the next room and I hang up the phone processing the news of a young friend just diagnosed with cancer. The season should be reserved for the old and worn. The sting of winter rests in death. ----------------------- Judi Van Gorder
  2. Frank E Gibbard

    Winter (acrostic)

    We suddenly are chilled by cold In no time tin supplants the gold Nature’s clock rings a rude alarm The bumps pimple my naked arm Exposure to our sun-fled open air Requires us donning winter-wear
  3. Tinker

    Crystal Clear

    Crystal Clear Winter has frozen the smallest movement outside, cold creeps into the cabin and I wake to tend a dying fire, poking at coals, adding kindling. A small whiff of smoke puffs back at me and I can taste the acrid woody warmth. Hidden away from the clanking, honking, rush of our yesterday I breathe clean air washed with a hint of pine. The dawn catches no sound, not the trickle of water nor your absent snore and from my frosted window I see a crystal world of unsoiled prospects. --- Judi Van Gorder An old one posted a long time ago at the Connection I brought it here to archive.
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