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'When Winter Comes Calling'
I shall take up my gloves and boots
deposit my bundled up form into the
backyard and make a friend or two
all happy scarecrow like images
from childhood
caring not for the weather's mood
following only my mind's creative good
'When Winter Comes Calling'
I shall no longer be a forgetful adult
long since ignorant to my child within
but more so inclined to traipse the
meadows and memories gently therein
the rocks of my enchanting youth
shall not scatter on the hearth
but continue their building foundation
of mine soul and creative worth
meandering thus so
'When Winter Comes Calling'
I shall know the true meaning of
wonder's own timeless broth
and invited there to drink
this sweet, humbled porridge with me
shall be that one particular man I love most
who oh so tenderly now to my woman's heart
he so wondrously speaks of without boast
daring like a dangerous swooping hawk
the world to disagree with him
just so he can pounce once again
poetically upon them
with their own misinformed fractured views
of me
so you see
it is this that I often think of
as I don my winter's boots.................
(Aug. 12, 2010 414pm)