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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]