the sky is afire,
and, yet, i can see my breath
on chill winter air.
Winter Sky Fire [Haiku]
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Tag Archives: Cold
Crucible [Lyric Poem]
It was a dreary winter day;
The world was cold, monotone gray.
But then, I caught a hint of heat:
Felt on my face, not on my feet.
A furnace burned in a dark place.
I felt it flush my frigid face --
Frigid once, but not any more
I stood inside that foundry's door.
The orange glow danced on my face.
It must have shown demon's disgrace.
Like a poor creature lit on fire,
Or the living dead on a pyre.
Cold as the day and my feet were,
I heard a voice - just a whisper.
"You must flee now, or you'll jump in,
and they'll not find a fleck of shin."
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Heron [Haiku]
River Snow by Liu Zongyuan [w/ Audio]
From one thousand mountains, birds have vanished.
Over ten-thousand paths, not one footprint.
A lone boat, an old man in coarse cloak and hat:
Just he, fishing in the cold, river snow.
Original Chinese:
千山鳥飛絕
萬徑人蹤滅
孤舟蓑笠翁
獨釣寒江雪
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Frost Spiral [Haiku]
grape tendrils encased in crystalline frost. blows into cupped palms.
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Misty River [Haiku]
early autumn morn:
fog forms over the river
‘cause the water ‘s “warm.”
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Under the Falls [Haiku]
cold water pounds on back & shoulders: some nerves numb; some fire wildly.
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Cold Moon [Haiku]
my breath mingles with a bright white moon, on a cold winter night.
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Bone Cold [Blank Verse Sonnet]
From a stove-heated room, the snow brightens one's mind with hope that all will be made clean, but cleanliness is next to nothingness and nothingness is next to loneliness. From inside, snow is silencing and light. It's fine and shifts like sand in desert dunes. It's silent like the depths of a cabin at midnight on the prairie before time. From outside, snow saps all of one's resolve, and makes one wish to flee the purity it pretends to generate all around. The cold, it bites like a full-body vice. The feet go numb, but brains... they fire wildly -- they shake one awake, but dare one to sleep.
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What the Grass Loves [Haiku]
a cold, rainy day, but the green grass thrives -- well-watered / air fresh
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