January Walk
By Lauraine Alberetti Lombara
I wonder on a
winter walk
When temperatures
fall low.
No soul is seen
about the town,
Though there’s
no sleet or snow.
Perhaps the frost
has sealed the doors
Of each and every
home.
A voice within
the warmth of hearth begs:
“Stay, don’t
go and roam.”
But I did go and
trod the streets
And felt the
frisky cold
That bit my lips,
my nose and cheeks –
How dare I be so
bold!
Keep being bold!
ReplyDeleteIt is difficult when the temps are super low and the sun is not shining!
DeleteLauraine, love your poem but not the cold!
ReplyDelete:) Gail
Thank you, Gail. No need to love the cold.
DeleteLauraine, was just going to write something...then realized it's the same as Beth's comment! Keep being bold!
ReplyDeleteThank you but I didn't feel so bold shoveling off the deck after the Juno Blizzard-needed to clear the sliders which had been "sealed" by the drifting snow!
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