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Winter Wants The Mitten


More snow.  More cold.  More snow.  More cold.

 

WHAT WE IMAGED

WHAT WE IMAGED

Winter wants the Mitten

The Lower grabs the Upper

Pulls the weight of white starflakes

In perfect form down heavy to palm

 

The best to do is to roll to the center

A tight ball of the white chill

Fight it all out till the end

Lay your angel down in

 

Extended sweeps of arms

And legs, prostrate to the heavens

Better to pray for world peace

Than the hope of Winter’s end

 

There’s more than any of us need

In the slip and slide to where you

Want to go if you can get there

In the silence of the black and white

 

Winter wants the Mitten hard

Like I said.  best to roll to the center

Lay your angel down and pray

for Spring

 

 

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MICHIGAN… the Mitten’


Morning slipped away for the road trip home…

 

“the Mitten State”

 

 

Back roads of fields open to the sky

Garage sale signs litter the shoulder

Again the sirens of blue highways

chant their taunt and seduction

 

I manage to steer the old car

steady on the two lane,

breathing in the Summer’s

air call to Autumn

 

Farmland brings the season

to a quiet harvest.  Lack

of rain yellows trees and fields

early against the blue sky.

 

I know my Michigan.  Her

by-ways have called me

from north to south and

east to west for decades

 

Lake Huron to Lake Michigan

Ohio to Lake Superior

I slip myself into this Mitten

and snuggle my love here.

 

Grateful to hold my hand

up high and say..

“This is where I live.

This is my home.”

 

 

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Morning slipped away for the road trip home…

Back roads of fields open to the sky

Garage sale signs litter the shoulder

Again the sirens of blue highways

chant their taunt and seduction

 

I manage to steer the old car

steady on the two lane,

breathing in the Summer’s

air call to Autumn

 

Farmland brings the season

to a quiet harvest.  Lack

of rain yellows trees and fields

early against the blue sky.

 

I know my Michigan.  Her

by-ways have called me

from north to south and

east to west for decades

 

Lake Huron to Lake Michigan

Ohio to Lake Superior

I slip myself into this Mitten

and snuggle my love here.

 

Grateful to hold my hand

up high and say..

“This is where I live.

This is my home.”

 

 

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