Winter's Mild ReprieveA Poem by PeteOne must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter. - ThoreauIn 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 ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 5, 2019 Last Updated on February 6, 2019 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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