Old Man Winter Blues
Old Man
Winter Blues
He bellows and wails in the
background,
percussion crack-rattling panes,
clattering bones of naked branches
beyond.
I huddle deeper into blankets, lingering
–
listening, awaiting her throaty melody,
anticipating
her hot convection – previsioning
smoky contralto toasting toes,
steaming windows.
She inhales.
Vaulting from bed into slippers
& robe, I bustle,
scatting to the vent,
to savor the sultry bliss of her
suspiration –
bathrobe filling, blowing, billowing
with her warm exhalation.
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| photo by PSC 1/7/2014 |
Love it!!! Whe I lived in Bethany we had hot air heat that came up throught the floor and into the living room and many a cold day I stood over it and basked in the warm flow of hot air!!! :-)
ReplyDeleteRight there with you -- especially during these frigid cold days! Brrr. Thanks, "Anonymous" (Tara) -- for enjoying & commenting. ;-)
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Thanks for stopping by, ammi roy! :-)
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