It Begins

The clouds shuffle south at a leisurely pace, pushed by
Unwanted Canadian air.  November has come, bringing
Unalloyed cold, which October politely had kept at bay.
Five months of numb feet and fingers have started, five
Months of sheltering indoors, submerged beneath blankets,
Attending to ashes and coals, nursing hot chocolate, bourbon
And rum, watching those clouds, thinking, I, too, should look
Into shuffling south. 





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-11-09 at 22:49

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William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
It's hard to get away from the cold in the U.S. I live on the Gulf Coast and still have to deal with the discomforts of winter. Only south Florida or southern California offer warm days all year, it seems.

This one of your best that I've read so far. Nicely done.
2025-11-27


Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poem has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting on our poetry website!
2025-11-24


Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Lawrence,

Your poem inspired a “Brrrr” from me, so well-done. I have wondered how those who live in wintry climates manage to get through them.

I would be like you but with beer and bourbon. Heck, I already spend my winters as you describe and I live in the south.

Sincerely,
Melinda
2025-11-10