Gershon Wolf Poet Imagism

Clink-Clink

diamond-like
sunlight sparkles
on virgin snow
fresh air tingles
rosy cheeks...
you see your breath
lips shaping
smoke rings...
sniffles clink-clink
like crushed ice
from a paper cup
as they strike the ground ~
ooh! you can't feel
your fingers or toes

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Jean Bush February 20, 2020 at 1:42 PM OMG! This used to happen to me as a kid in Virginia. Always stayed out in the snow too long, frozen toes, nipped at nose. But glad to be retired in sunny CA. Gershon Wolf February 20, 2020 at 3:22 PM Ooh, CA eh? Well, I'm in sunny Chicago: Blue skies, fresh air -- 18 degrees above zero... Another day in Paradise. Eat your heart out, Jean! Laughter, Gershon

Caren Krutsinger February 18, 2020 at 11:35 AM I am thinking about how much I love cold winter air now. Gershon Wolf February 18, 2020 at 4:58 PM Brrrr. One person's paradise is another's hell. ~ gw

Michelle Faulkner February 16, 2020 at 4:09 PM No matter how cold I get, I always feel the tip of my nose, funny, huh? Gershon Wolf February 16, 2020 at 7:18 PM Interesting Michelle. Same with me! The nose knows. I guess. Hate when it drips in winter though! Cheers, Gershon