On Winter

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Winter is overwhelming
The long dark cold nights
Turning into dark gray days
So wet even without rain
Each step in thick slush

Temperamental thoughts
Drone dully in a dull brain
As if spelling out the crocus
Could make crocus appear
In the winter’s dirty snow

Smoke from the wood`fire
Goes white to gray to brown
To yellow before flame burst
So a season burns itself out
In a heat without warmth

“Winter is not a season, it’s an occupation.” ~ Sinclair Lewis

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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6 Responses to On Winter

  1. rivrvlogr says:

    Winters in Western New York had been rather light in the couple of years before I moved to mid-Missouri, so the typical on again/off again snow and cold snaps I moved to was an easy transition. Then in November of 2014, Buffalo was hit with a record snowfall of seven feet, just to show the people what can always be around the corner. When I saw that on the news, it confirmed for me tat I did not miss those winters.
    When I drove to Buffalo this week, I was one day behind a lake effect storm that had closed I-90 just west of Buffalo, and seeing trucks and cars still off the road and in the snow once again confirmed that I don’t miss it.
    There’s been a nice break in the weather, but, while I can choose to leave Buffalo either Sunday or Monday, a lake effect storm is predicted both days, and I would have to drive through it. That would be Western New York reminding me why I don’t miss its winters.

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    • Spent the Christmas of 1962 snowed in at the Buffalo Greyhound Station on my way from The City where I was in school to Erie PA where my roommate’s family lived . . . A ‘religious’ experience of a sort . . . We don’t get that kind of weather here in western WA! But a lot of rain and fog and fog and rain . . .

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  2. sending you warm thoughts…

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  3. Haven’t seen you for a while – hope you’re ok…

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