The collar only turns so high
Wind finds its way inside
Coiling around aching chest
Chilly breath of Manannan
Pulling the hat down low
Putting one foot 'fore the other
Again and again, on the hard road
Gray cliff along the high sea
18 May 2010
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I feel like I need to put a sweater on!
ReplyDeleteGood stuff, my friend.
Funny....I think the labels tell as much as the poem.
ReplyDeleteWishing I could send you a scarf. It would be green and yellow and smell vaguely of woodsmoke.
Brrr! lovely .. evocative .. atmospheric .. chilly . I really like it !
ReplyDeleteLove that first line. Makes me cold just thinking about it.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem,
nice :-)
ReplyDeleteI can feel that wind, shoulders all hunched to stay warm... yikes!
ReplyDelete*shiver* Wish I were half as descriptive as you are.
ReplyDeleteIt was a Fedora right?
ReplyDeleteNice :) :) :)
ReplyDeleteEmotional chills are the worst. Hugs from afar to keep you warm. Keep putting that one foot in front of the other. And breathe.
ReplyDeleteI love that first line.
ReplyDeletenicely penned, my dear Irish :)
ReplyDeleteHa! Sounds like my work week!
ReplyDeleteI'll just keep on sloggin', then. :-)
Pearl
I hope you're doing okay. I'm a bit worried about you.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a gloomy and lonely walk.
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