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FRIGID

The morning's cold as long lost love
as I sit here in these winter woods
surrounded by a snow white frost
mind haunted by the shoulds and coulds.

A last star freezes from the sky
as dawn turns slowly into day.
Worries rage no matter how I try,
I start to leave... decide to stay.

The only motion in this frozen world
is my fogging and then freezing breath
which writhes like some pale flag unfurled
surrendering to autumn's death.

At last the sun peeks through the trees
promising a warmth that's yet to come.
The barest hint of frozen breeze
turns my nose and ears both numb.

I turn, hearing nearby leaves rustle,
a chipmunk scavenging for food.
Watching his near ceaseless bustle
manages to warm my mood.

Next a fox squirrel starts to scold
a hunting hawk that just flew past.
Sun's fully up but it's still cold,
I'm getting badly chilled real fast.

In the distance turkeys flap to earth
start scratching to find a last acorn.
I shiver, mourning the heat's dearth,
am I mad to be out on this morn ?

Well now the breeze becomes a wind,
yet frost still disdains to melt.
It's time my morning vigil ends
while feet and hands can still be felt.

I stiffly struggle to my feet
as bones and muscles pop and shout
then head toward my truck and welcome heat
'cause on this day I have froze out.

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Other than woods and coulds not even a near ryhme to me, I like it. I was outside myself this morning in the cold. But no frost this morning. And I had a nice fire going. Except for bears and a few other creture. The animals have to eat even if it's freezing cold. A friend of mine is feeding a coyote pup every day. There was coyote and her pups behind my house a couple of years ago. It didn't bother me. My two dog killed all her pups. And I was pissed. We're taken all of the animals habitat away from them. The ones that don't find away to coexist with us will vanish. So thier welcome here. Take Care and don't get frost bite. huey

woods and coulds don't Rhyme ? Everybody seems to hate hunters, but habitat destruction does more harm to wildlife than any legal hunter ever can. Thanks for the read and time to comment...............scribbler

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Oldest son and I went scouting today ( high of 42 F) and saw a huge flock of turkeys. Thank you for the read and overstated praise...............stan PS I am working on another, shorter poem about another very cold morning in the woods

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i could feel as if i was the one in those woods...that's how wonderful is not just the imagery but the sensations created through your write....really remarkable...

warmly..

raj (sublime_ocean)

What a kind comment. Thanks for visiting raj...........scribbler

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