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It's cold, but
I think winter's frost has thawed
long hanging
suspended summer guile.
What's that! Is winter warm and cosy?
With its slippery paths, limbs frozen stiff?
Surely its biting chill, with cheeks rosy,
icicles, goose bumps, and snow drifts.
But it's also snug by the fireside
with snow against the window pane,
and what was that one line? - oh yes,
there's a pleasure that is born of pain!
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Thanks, Rhuby! I made meself a hard-copy, I did! 
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I love it, am going to print it out and frame it. Thanks, Hilary!
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(especially for sjm )
THE SNOW
by Emily Dickinson
muito grazie mijn amigo.
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Pepper time's a-cumin' in;
Loud sing hallelu.
Dig deep the garden,
Fertilize too.
Hot peppers, sweet peppers,
Habañeros if you dare.
Heaps of colorful tomatoes;
Onions require little care.
Salsa time will soon be here;
Smokin' hot--and without peer.
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Salsa time will soon be here;
Smokin' hot--and without peer.Tino pai! ycliuOf course, given my extreme allergy to ethanol, the last line could also be read "Smokin' hot--and without beer" Arohanui.
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(hey, BTW, by...I always make a copy of your work wherever and whenever it appears ) Well tonight, Friday, we're waiting here on the East Coast for the first really major nor'easter in quite some time to commence around midnight and continue through till late Sunday (and the system's supposed to have a lot ot T-storm activity so I may not be able to get back online till Sunday night)...never know how these storms are going to turn out until they blow up and get going, but the predictions are pretty intense....sometimes they're less than anticipated, sometimes worse. So, while sitting here in the calm before the storm, I thought I might as well go along with the flow and post a piece of mine that seems to fit the occasion: WINTER WAVES
Roll on, roll, against frost-bitten splinters of sand,
Roll against ridges of raised grains determined to beat the tide,
Roll against bulkheads cracked with ice as they flourish the buzz ..............of the wind,
Roll on, roll, take a jetty-tip beneath your spray to drown............in your crystalline paint,
Roll against the gales of heavy sky crying to steal your foam,
Roll against marina-ed boats used only to a shiver of glassen ripple......................on their reach of bay,
Roll against pillars of bridges until you strip from them the crustaceons..................that once colonied with picturesque dexterity there,
Roll on, roll, crash against the rock, the sand, the wood, the blind........walls of sky, slake your immovable nobility!
Roll on, roll, crash against the dashed bits of debris that never claimed....................to take defeat to your borders!
Roll on, roll, crash against the fortitude of surrender, against........the farce of spirit that grew hauteur on your shores!
Roll on, crash, crash, crash! against the truce once offered............as a genuflecture to the relentless stride of your soul!
Roll on, crash, crash, crash! against the fevers of your forbidden weather............that flashed its lulls to draw whole nations............into the security of your leisure!
Crash! Crash! Roll...roll on, roll...your energy spent on escapades................................................................of tameness,.........your icy rise of temper more a friend than foe,.........roll your reminders of flooded days.................against the soft dry timbers of our hearts...roll...
--David Hovan Check© 1988 by David Check
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Sorry Whitman, I had nothing original of my own to compete so I had to substitute a ringer - Mr. Williams.
Snow:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down --
the blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the S U N ! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes --
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there --
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.
~ William Carlos Williams
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~ William Carlos WilliamsThanks, milum, for featuring another esteemed New Jersey artist! William Carlos Williams was a physician in Paterson who somehow found the time between the hours of his practice to fashion a remarkable poetic career.
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Whit:
Wonderful poem you pasted up there. Positively symphonic, it is!
milum:
And your Williams is certainly an antiphonal response.
I think the two work well together.
WW
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