winter poem: Icy Sunday
by jane arie baldwin
ICY SUNDAY
We live for days like today
Lazy
Dreamy
Hot chocolate and popcorn
Warm fire hearth days
Weather Days
Rain Days
Snow Days
When the wind blows the last leaves
Of cool autumn gold
Ice snaps off weak branches
Cold cracks through
Cracks cracking
Brittle bones
Soaking
Hot stones
Soothe
On days like today
Bough breaks baby’s backs that can’t stand
The heat of the chilly chilly sleet snow
Flurries resisting warm sun kisses
Telling me that long sun days are a long gone
Makes me want some Hot Apple Cider. ;- P
Dear Jane,
Not two minutes ago I thought of you and wondered if I would get to see you before I move in March! Then your blog, poem and image cross my screen. Hans and I are moving to Ashland, OR for adventure, love and soul’s longing for a new view! I am being called to move to break this spell and see myself against a different landscape and sky. I think of your tender heart so often and feel your love. Even if I don’t see you to hug you and smile, know I do so every time you cross my mind. Give my very best to Jimmy and Ruby and the JJ. If you come to D and have a few minutes or hours, let me know. I trust all is in the flow of life….. Lovingly, Madeline
Madeline Udashen, RYT mudashen@yahoo.com 214.674.6211
Madeline that’s great news! I’m so happy for you and Hans. I know it will be a wonderful experience/change of perspective. Yes, yes. I must see you before you leave!! LOVE LOVE LOVE
beautiful
Lovely! Thanks for sharing!!!
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thank you, i’m ditto with Jimmy on this piece. nice!