I don't really like the idea of re-posting previous poems, but here goes. This is one of my own favorites and since it is nearly two years old, I've decided to share it again.
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wind sun snow
my breath cloud
rides
on frozen wind
warmth
clings
to winter's sun
fearful of
the virgin
snow.
Poem © 2009 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo © 2009 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo taken by R. Baker in Highland Park, Rochester, NY, February 2009.
This lovely piece is definitely worth posting again. It's just perfect paired with the stunning photo. We have snow here, too!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tess! The lake effect has kicked in and we should have nearly 2 feet by the weekend. Ugh!
ReplyDeletejust wonderful as is the photo
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ReplyDeleteWasn't around the first time you did this. Nice what it does, not just image-wise, but the implication of (sun!)warmth fearing virgin snow. A reversal of 'virginal fear'!
Fear of harming the virgin? Fear of what to do with a virgin? More breath-connected, possibly. As in knowing the warmth of one's breath and knowing its weakness against (even!) a 'virgin' snow.
You got me to try unwinding possible threads!
Trulyfool
(P.S. Don't know how you Easterners handle that kind of weather. I grew up in beach country)
dude! i missed it the first time so i am really pleased to get a chance to read your beautiful writing. it's minus eleven c to start the day here. last night i rode the bike home through minus fifteen. not a problem in terms of comfort. we have snow but thankfully the roads are dry. my heart clings to summer's sun but is fearful of snowy roads! steven
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