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A Blustery Cold Day

At dawn, when I wake my world is a winter wonderland
blustery, gusty winds are blowing pure white snow into drifts
cold, chilling and icy is the air in this lifeless world beyond my window
down, deeper under my fuzzy blanket I sink
even my kitty does not take a peak, but
finally, we did get out of bed . . . 
getting a cup of coffee I gaze at my frozen view
hopping on the window sill kitty tries to catch a snowflake clinging
inside is so nice and cozy warm . . . 
just thinking of going out makes me shudder
kissing me, kitty jumps down and runs away
labyrinth paths in the park are buried deep
magnificent, regal and sublime the trees have donned their white gowns
nature knows how to create a landscape beautiful . . . 
over there, yonder is my car beneath that lump of white
painfully, I realize that I am going to have to go out there into the cold 
questioning my sanity I put on my winter gear
ready-   I look like I am going on an Arctic expedition
snow, pure white, heavy and blowing waits beyond my doorway
trembling, I leave the safety of the house . . . 
unsympathetic, kitty watches from her warm window sill with a meow
violent, a cruel wind almost blows me over, but, oh so
whimsical the snowflakes dance fanciful all about . . . 
Xquisite is my view-
yes, winter can be cruel and nasty but so magical too, yet I hate these
zephyr wild snow storms . .  .

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February 9, 2020


Poetry/Abecedarian/A Blustery Cold Day
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1224-398-09
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France


Written for the Standard contest, Abecedarian
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger, NA, Judged 03/03/20

Submitted to the Standard contest, Best N-A Poems 2020
sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 01/16/2021

Second Place

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John Hamilton Date: 1/16/2021 12:11:00 PM This is quite the accomplishment Constance, hard to believe it got an N/A, well not this time! Thanks for your entry and congrats on a nice write and win! Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 1/17/2021 11:54:00 AM John, thank so much for the contest and my opportunity to show this poem again, I never understood either why it did not place but now it HAS !!! _Constance

Lindsay Laurie Date: 2/10/2020 5:20:00 PM Hello Dear Heart … I find it hard to imagine how anyone can survive in conditions you painted with words so well. This is from someone who has only seen snow once, and had to travel thirty miles for that - thank you Dear Heart for your descriptive verse - Lindsay Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 2/10/2020 10:16:00 PM Lindsay, thanks for visiting and commenting, well, I am prove one can survive in these conditions, its all about having the right coat, snow pants, sweater, hat, scarf, mitts, thick socks, boots, well I think you get the idea, I am not talking about pretty filigree snowflakes, I am talking about SNOW, but we have beautiful summers although short _Constance

Daniel Turner Date: 2/9/2020 6:22:00 PM It was in the 60's here and now it is raining. My grass is already green and the buds on the trees are swollen. Spring will arrive here early again this year. It was fun reading about your snowstorm, Constance. What is it they say, "Pull down your pants and slide on the ice" Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 2/10/2020 10:18:00 AM Daniel, thanks for visiting, green grass? buds? Spring? Darn it another snowstorm today in my frozen corner of the world _Constance