Winter's Mild Reprieve

One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter. - Thoreau

In the stark death of plowable prowess.

The very embalmed midriff.

Breaking out of a chilling, celcius cycle.

Swapping steamed java for cool Frappaccino.

Comes a welcomed Fahrenheit sixty.

Sun smiling widely over my shoulder.

Injecting heavenly hope to all local humanity.

Revealing a lost but not forgotten bit of sanity.

Reminder that we are loved.

When push comes to shove.

Discarding an artificial glove.

Injecting a hopeful spring into everyone's step.

Tempermental, temporary and transient.

While eternity hybernated and slept.

Solar-blessed throats no longer strepped.

Alas, faith was kept.

Turning upside down.

Life's relentless frown.

Like the tears of a clown.

No longer bound by Hell.

All is well.

'Tis only for a wink that we no longer grieve.

Alone in ...

...winter's mild reprieve ...

Author's Note

"Hear! hear!" screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, "winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it." - Thoreau

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Sorry I've been sketchy on this website, so haven't read you in awhile. I've missed your classic & distinctive style, which you've used in fine fashion here. Some of your poems that I've read in recent months have strayed from your usual recognizable style & that was good, too. But it's great to be back to this, the thing I remember most about your writing. Great wordplay & original phrasing & uninhibited rhyming. I have been see-sawing between spring fever (on the warm weeks) and winter wonderment (as we get hit with yet another series of wet & wild storms -- uncommon here!) You describe those warm reprieves perfectly! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Pete]

((smiling widely)) was wondering where you had disappeared to. your strong, stark presence is always appreciated and missed dear friend. hope all is well on your side of the map ... :)