Another cold one in December
Winter’s icy horses rushing in
But I’ve got my bags packed
For warmer weather
December will not win again
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Tag: cold
Hot and Cold
July is hot but the ice cream is cold as always. The hot weather and cold food clash in the open. These pictures are from the Frosty Boy, a favorite summer attraction since the 1970s.
Concrete Snowman
This was a lot harder to create than you may think. I may have stretched a few lines near the end to fulfill the ideal image of a snowman.
Writing 201: Day 9 – Cold, Concrete Poetry, Anaphora/epistrophe
One Word Photo Challenge: Cold
My freezer gets quite cold at times, turning water into solid blocks of ice in minutes. Cuts of meat turn into frozen rocks of near inedibleness (which isn’t a word but I don’t know how else to describe it). Ground beef and the large turkey in there require a long defrost before they are anywhere near fit for cooking. Sometimes it’s like the frozen tundra of Russia or the Arctic Circle in there. But of course this would never come close to what a walk-in freezer is like. That is chilly!
This plastic bottle of malt liquor has froze into a sort of malt slush. I exaggerated the coldness in Photoshop by adjusting the curves filter.
And our favorite cold dish of ice cream, this being a Mini Banana Split Sundae.
And wash down the hot fudge of the ice cream, or that delicious steak dinner, with a nice cold glass of water and ice.
Staying Alive
You were caught in an avalanche. To be rescued, you need to make it through the night. What thought(s) would give you the strength to go through such a scary, dangerous situation?
So cold
want to go home
winter keeps me down
avalanche
icy wall
rushing my breath
bones chilled
skin blue as Nordic
close my eyes
let the poetry seep through
let my words flow like water
let them break through this
it’s all I can do
keeping me going
thoughts of home
back with my loved ones
not being buried in snow
blanketing
trying my best
so tired
just want to sleep
and forget the rest
let my dreams take me away
maybe think about tomorrow
everything cleared away
my days free from sorrow
DP #67: “Under the Snow.”
