What I Heard
For "The Sound of First Frost" Challenge
Leafblower broken?
You are high on the perfume,
I think...in the gold.
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Dark earlier now?
Rise and no shine in the day;
Silent without sun.
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The temperature?
You know what to expect next...
Where are those parkas?
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Rain hitting harder?
Leaves underfoot remind you:
You should use a rake.
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Wind-chill factor now?
You forgot about that, right?
The air sits harder.
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Weather forecast: snow?
You refuse to hear the truth.
Laughter in the dark?
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The first flakes are here?
Nothing serious; salt and
shovel scrape no path.
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Winter wonderland?
Surprised as a child again...
And where's that damn plow?
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Note: this is all about what it means to me to be a Canadian dealing with the change of seasons. I have no romantic notions about what the turn from autumn to winter means, and I am rather bored with the poetry that I have read that discusses the seasons without the reality of life as it is lived today.
Hence...this series of poems...
KD
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Comments (5)
Love this take on the challenge. A lot of frosty poetry is rather bland and uninspiring I'll agree. This wasn't. Funny. Honest and human. Genuinely such a great entry, sir
Very down to earth and humorous, Kendall!
Well-wrought! Life is work, but we must make time for joy. I suspect that this was the inspiration behind the first snowball... though I doubt the one on the receiving end much enjoyed it...
This made me laugh out loud, finally, a winter poem that tells the truth!
Hahahahahaha nothing screams reality as much as your poem. Loved it!