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Monday, January 21, 2013

January

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The winter wind nags at me
Burning at my bones
When I dare walk against her;
Offended that I deem myself
A worthy adversary
She tosses this scarf across my face
Mocking me, my gall:
Go inside where you belong!
Her grating voice comes at me
Up from the icy pavement
Rushing snow my way
Cylindrically, 
Playing games
She's bound to win.
 photo: M. Hébert
sculpture, Leo Mol

2 comments:

Anthony Duce said...

This is wonderful. Now I need to take a walk while the wind is still howling.

Marjolaine Hébert said...

You like the dare, huh?
Thank you.. I'm glad you enjoyed.