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Tuesday, January 7, 2014

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.

 


 

photo by PSC 1/7/2014

 

 

 

 

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5 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 8, 2014 at 5:35 AM

    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!!! :-)

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    1. PSCJanuary 8, 2014 at 5:54 AM

      Right there with you -- especially during these frigid cold days! Brrr. Thanks, "Anonymous" (Tara) -- for enjoying & commenting. ;-)

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 10, 2014 at 1:41 AM

    Thanks for the useful post! I would not have gotten this otherwise!
    jeux de jewel

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  3. PSCJanuary 11, 2014 at 6:54 AM

    Thanks for stopping by, ammi roy! :-)

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  4. AnonymousDecember 8, 2024 at 9:41 AM

    Love this capture of that time.

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