The time written here has yet to arrive but I find my mind wandering to that age when this wonderful season of cold and snow is beyond my grasp.




Heartbroken

 

 

Algonquin snow shoes 

Thongs dry frames 

In need of linseed oil

 

Skis dusty edges rusty

Bindings loose and tired

Boots beg for mink oil

 

Skate blades dull laces

Brittle leather dry

Hung on a rusted nail

 

The trails call out

In empty drifts

trek tracks uncut

 

The pond rink hidden

Under unshoveled snow

Quiet no laughing sounds

 

The hills stark white

Without the ribbons

Of  a skis  caress 

 

I sit this year

Heartbroken 

Housebound

 

My soul in need

Of winter yet

My strength cannot





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-16 at 01:00

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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Very crisp and fresh writing. Good ear, sharp eye. Think I'll bookmark!
2021-02-16