Summer ReprieveA Poem by PeteThe joy of summer can still be had in winter if you know where to look.Just to the east, on the outskirts of the city. Down by the water, is a place that's sleepy but real. Waves slap the shore there, like mothers disciplining their children. Sailboats bobb up and down in the harbor like apples in a tub at Halloween. Their hulls frosted over like beer mugs. Winterized and hunkered down like hibernating bears. They slumber as they dream of sacrosanct, sunburnt summer. Their masts telescoping upward above the horizon like submarine periscopes searching for seasonal warmth. Tacit torpedoes at the ready. Geese honk like a family squabbling in the inlet where they have climbed onto frozen dry land. The scent of unadulterated winter solace permeates the air like expensive perfume. No one can touch this frozen femme fatale and live. It is off limits and forbidden. The sun reflects from the windows of the houses on the point like mirrors. The snow covers the dock like a white comforter. It absorbs the cylindrical sound of cars in the distance like a pair of earmuffs. The wind whistles through the moorings and pilings under the pier pouring out a cold breeze like chilled wine from a glass. My breath visible in solstice. The crunch of old snow under my Bohemian boots. Seagulls soar and swoop overhead like confetti, where they can see tomorrow and ... ... yesterday is but a distant memory ...
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9 Reviews Added on February 18, 2017 Last Updated on February 25, 2017 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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