Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Mid-winter Song
Mid-winter bleak capitulates the scene,
I wait and watch for signs of Spring, and pray!
Generate sweet thoughts of tots at play.
For weeks on end they gayly splashed and screamed,
I loll, just sheltered inches from the gray.
As senses, numbed and rendered dead today,
No single smell or taste or sight; un-green,
I wait and watch for signs of Spring, and pray!
Those channel lanes that lead to cross marked ways,
In dormancy, no sunbathed beauties preen,
I loll, just sheltered inches from the gray,
The Poly-python monster ‘slide-away’
Now dry, condemned, abandoned by the teens
I wait and watch for signs of Spring, and pray!
Sure, inky, viscous veins pulse my dismay,
‘To-do’ list ennui (must cook and clean),
I loll, just sheltered inches from the gray
And wait and watch for signs of Spring, and pray!
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I took this photo as I sat poolside, in the steamy sheltered atmosphere of the Lifetime Fitness pool, staring out at the icy, snow-crusted outdoor pool; closed now for the winter. The echoes of squealing children are replaced now by the vacant swim lanes and the dry pool-slide at the far end of the deck. Mid-winter longings surface as I wait (not so patiently) for signs of Spring.
Written for The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #195:
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