Tuesday, August 30, 2016

1948


[image from google dot come]

That winter, when the cold winds, so fierce, so real, so new, blows me into an almost curve. There i am feeling new feelings, feelings without names, weird howlings, my heart never knew existed. The kind i had up till then, been reading about in books, called novels. Reading is a good pasttime i'm always been told. Yet this wind is more like a metaphor, unreal, something representing something else.

vacation winds -
a howling in my heart asks
where are you my love

© gillena cox 2016

Revisit
Friday's Ramble
Hoarding Chocolates 14
October cheer


Written for
Carpe Diem #1038 snow


[the prompt quote]
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” - Lewis Caroll

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[my song choice for today]

7 comments:

Kim M. Russell said...

A lovely, chilly haibun, Gillena. I'm off to bed soon. Goodnight!

Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for dropping in Kim

much love...

jazzy tower said...

Lovely Gillena.

Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for dropping in Jazzy

much love...

Sara McNulty said...

Haunting and beautiful!

Gillena Cox said...

Thanks Sara

much love...

susane said...

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