Saturday, February 21, 2015

It's Snowing Again


It's snowing again
and I ...
curl up with Yeats, Frost, Neruda
leafing through pages
of old poetry books
verses of love lost and found
roads not taken
scent of pine trees
snowflakes as whip cream
on hot chocolate
a blanket, inside and outside
envelops me in black and white
I seek warmth in your words
homemade soup
a roaring fire
and I ...
fall asleep in frosty dreams
in your arms


My dear friends, this is the coldest winter ever! It snows nearly every day and I love it and yet I sigh! Wishing you warmer days ahead! xx
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28 comments:

  1. it is a cookies and cream kinda world...we got about 5 more inches...and not it is an ice and snow mix...looks like another day in tomorrow...until it melts at least....hopefully i will get a little reading in myself...

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  2. Such a beautiful way to spend a snowy afternoon! Frost is my favorite and very apt for your weather! Keep cozy. xo Karen

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  3. aww...Loredana...it's heavenly...Frost's name works as a wonderful association, isn't it? ...enjoy the warmth of poetry & love :)

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  4. you depicted your wonderful wintry frosty captures well with your words.

    gracias for sharing your warmth

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  5. ah... positive out-look on snow... love the topping on the hot chocolate

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  6. snow seems to put us behind books and into a different world :)

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  7. Love the warmth of those classic works ~ Its frosty here too, below zero all week :-(

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  8. What a wonderfully nourishing day that sounds...

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  9. Ah, that snow is a persistent blanket, isn't it? We have escape many of the major snowfalls this winter, but the cold continues to be intense. Perhaps one of the good things about winter is the time it gives us to 'hibernate' indoors with old poetry books and a roaring fire - knowing that winter will eventually wane!

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  10. It sure does never stop, keeps coming and coming, ugg to that. But hibernating and finding lost words or things, isn't so bad

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  11. I think winter is the season of poetry and the ability to curl up. Here we have the warmest winter in years.. I wonder if these things are connected...

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  12. Charming! Love the references and echoes of Frost's signature voice, 'and I', too, would welcome such comforting arms!

    Poppy

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  13. Now that is the BEST prescription ever for a snow day! Stay warm!

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  14. Oh I do so know your winter as it is ours too....and I curl up reading, making soup and wondering how much more buried will we get. Really lovely feelings from this poem Loredana!

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  15. Ahh...such beautiful serenity in your words. I love a day spent this way...though we don't often get snow!

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  16. So very true! There are days when reading and writing are the only options that appeal to me. I liked the way you played with Frost in your poem.

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  17. Un inverno molto rigido...la nostra immaginazione deve lavorare di più per mantenere un sole interiore...Tu sei bravissima in questa bella arte di affrontare ogni situazione con poesìa e ricerca della bellezza. Buona settimana! Abbraccio,Rita

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  18. Yes I'm in complete agreement... cold winter and warm arms... :-)
    ZQ

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  19. aww. human blanket and poetry. perfect combination to beat the cold

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  20. How beautiful to read this and reach the ending with the joy of being with someone you love.

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  21. I like your choice of friends to curl up with!

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  22. Hot coco, blankets, and good books. There is much that's better.

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  23. What luxury, right down to the sound of the words you play wiith! I need to spend more time with old friends.

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  24. I feel the warmth of the fire and the "arms" into which you fell asleep to. You have an amazing way with words. The photo is surreal as well. :)

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  25. Lovely poem, Loredana. Snow brings out the child in me - and it annoys everyone around me :)

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  26. Ma non finisce piu il freddo e la neve da voi, but you are making the best of a bad thing, almeno così dice la tua bella poesia. Rende molto bene l'idea e l'atmosfera accogliente.

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  27. Though it has not been harsh, I really hated this winter. Still do.

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