Facing Adversary A Medieval Winter
By skinner_jennifer
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Turning back to face gale swept
land, touching weather beaten
skin, more tired nowadays; how
effortlessly heart in untamed
mountains feels nothing but the
wind.
Blood runs cold facing adversary,
body tires in lazy summer heat;
we wait to clutch at winter's
power, heart trembling as season's
chilly race is on.
Summer garments don't give
protection, even fire whispers of
no warmth, so there's more need
to be aware in times of peril;
looking far ahead is not easy when
dangers signaled in the midst,
stretching like a reminder that
nothing in life is definite.
Know when truly opening eyes,
what's needed is restored peace;
awakening comfort...that wistful
escape in hidden sun warmed kiss.
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warm escape in sun
I must say, after all that weather an "escape in hidden sun warmed kiss" would be very, very welcome!
See you Jenny & Nolan
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Weather or not
I used to treasure the words of my dear old Nan from Sunderland but I could never agree with her 'Cast ne'er a clout 'til May is out' proverb.
My determination to wear shorts and sandals from April to October means that sometimes a springtime breeze feels like an Arctic blast, but I will not be beaten. So I understand where you're coming from in your poem Jenny. It made me smile.
Turlough
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You've captured the dichotomy
You've captured the dichotomy of climate so well Jenny, as we are now in (in the UK) that weird season when we are either too hot or too cold. I went away earlier and didn't take enough cold weather gear, and I've just got back from another trip and didn't take enough warm weather gear.
Dougie Moody
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Thanks Jenny. We were camping
Thanks Jenny. We were camping on a site next door to Diddly Squat - never went in - too pricey. And while I'm a bit of a lizard, my wife cannot tolerate any heat, one of the reasons why we don't live in Australia.
Dougie
Dougie Moody
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