I wonder whether loving the cold winter is merely an excuse for not living in a warm and friendly climate? I saw and felt the cold of northern european winters in wartime in my childhood many years ago this pursuaded me that a move south to Australia was preferable. Your poem is however delightful something like ice-cream running down your chin.
Lol... As a Canadian I think we're taught (persuaded?) as children to love the winter. I think I have more of a love/hate relationship with it. I'm looking out my window to watch the snow fall right now and from inside it is beautifully lovely but I'm not looking forward to going out to shovel it later. I would not be averse to a southern sojourn and some of that ice cream.
When the cold takes your breath away and then gives it back to you in white puffs that you can see. I always find it mesmerizing to watch people talk when you can see the words come from their mouths in white whispers.
I can see the white breath in the chilled air.
ReplyDeleteThat's exactly the image I was hoping that capture. Thank you.
DeleteA beautiful poem and image. I love it! I love the blue tinge the world takes on when it snows. Always have loved that winter blue.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm glad when the two are able to come together so well.
DeleteMarvelous
ReplyDeletewow the poem and picture are an excellent blend Beautiful Love the deep darkness
ReplyDeleteThank you very much. I just loved how cold it felt.
DeleteThis is a wonderful piece, the cold is profound.
ReplyDeleteYes, thank you!
DeleteI wonder whether loving the cold winter is merely an excuse for not living in a warm and friendly climate? I saw and felt the cold of northern european winters in wartime in my childhood many years ago this pursuaded me that a move south to Australia was preferable. Your poem is however delightful something like ice-cream running down your chin.
ReplyDeleteLol... As a Canadian I think we're taught (persuaded?) as children to love the winter. I think I have more of a love/hate relationship with it. I'm looking out my window to watch the snow fall right now and from inside it is beautifully lovely but I'm not looking forward to going out to shovel it later. I would not be averse to a southern sojourn and some of that ice cream.
DeleteDuring winter, the darkness is deeper but the stars are much more profound and clear. Thank you, Lori
ReplyDeleteThat is very true! Thank you so much.
DeleteThis is so beautiful, Lori! I love the image of 'white whispers Into frozen air'.
ReplyDeleteWhen the cold takes your breath away and then gives it back to you in white puffs that you can see. I always find it mesmerizing to watch people talk when you can see the words come from their mouths in white whispers.
DeleteOooooo....no thanks . I admire you all for surviving winters.
ReplyDeleteLol! Thanks!
DeleteProfundity is a good place to go.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely.
DeleteYeah, oh yeah. As a winter lover, I love this.
ReplyDeleteVery nice! Thank you.
DeleteLori,
ReplyDeleteOh my, you created a painting with your words....a beautiful frozen landscape. Your image works very well..
Thank you. I really liked the frosty feel of it.
DeleteYou found a perfect photo to match the feel of this poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
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