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| October, 2012 - not much different than this morning. |
December 27, 2013
Rain, rain, rain......
Still foreign
Out of place in memory
If I close my eyes
let myself feel the chill ~
wild wind whistles me to broad flat prairies
Through slits between lashes
rain lashes umbrellas
hovers over dogs and their masters leaning
raincoats slick with cold splashes blown beneath.
Shoveling not required
Snowman patrols missing from yards and parks
Crunchy fun of making snow angels replaced by silty cold water
Snow ball fights? Experience wanted.
In the recesses of my mind
guilty whispers demand
‘If you miss it so much why don’t you return?’
‘In reality, who would do winter’s work?’
Replies as infrequent as snow days leave me wondering.......
“Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson; you find
the present tense, but the past perfect!”
~ Owens Lee Pomeroy
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