January 19, 2011

Double-Dog

This is when they scoff at us, when the mercury doesn't just dip, but catapults off its temperate bridge fist first into cold that is COLD that is FRIGID that collapses lungs and cleaves breath. Can I blame them? No. I have only thought left. But these winds, these snows, these afternoons laced quickly by black--their furies are full of double-dog-dares and long, weighty stares, and I will I will I must keep glaring back.
Grrrrr!

4 comments:

  1. Now I know you are from Minnesota. If you defy winter long enough spring will sneak over your left shoulder. Until then hold cold air in your lungs and let it fill you with life.

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  2. You're right of course, Bill. If nothing else, it certainly wakes a body up in the morning! :)

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  3. Just caught up on your blog! You make winter sound so wonderful, Em! I have to admit, I'm not missing this treacherous cold spell one bit. BUT I am fully Minnesotan for other reasons. :) Miss you, and loved having your words be my comfort and reminder of home for the day. See you SOON!!!

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  4. You belong here just like the rest of us, Al--cold-weather lover or not! Can't wait for Winter, WI!

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