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Cold toes
Slip them under me I’ll warm them like they’re endangered species
But rest from words percolating as you thaw It’s far from spring
Sinking into the rhythms of our warming blood
chanting pheromones lost to icy blue snow
we morph like changeling far north foxes as the hairs rise on our skin
Our winter eyes dilating wide opening into internal circuitry
we go humming and sliding off the depths of winter’s edge
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Poetry of Light 
If this poem were edible — I would give up Mexican food and feast upon the ecstasy of these words for the rest of my life!
Ron
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Well Ron…I’m still laughing. Especially about the Mexican food since I eat it most nights. But this post was all about a little lightness in the doldrums of deep winter. So I’m glad it took your fancy… 🙂
Jana xxoo
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Agree with Ron’s sentiments–delicious. Xo
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Thanks Chloe… this January just seemed to call out for a spicy feast 🙂
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layers
wool socks
burning tingle
wiggling you senseless
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I knew I could count on you … but you know … you are a nut case
uncle uncle
happy snow angels 🙂
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I really love this poem!
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Thanks for starting it all Michele … just taking your lead here 🙂
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For me it’s this: chanting pheromones lost to icy blue snow….an entire biological wonderland!
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I know…the cold can be so…well, icy blue. I just saw a photo of a field of artemesia tridentata, or common tumbleweed, frozen in the snow and wondered if it still held any fragrance. The cold has its charms…but fragrance isn’t one of them.
But then…it can’t go under the covers. I guess we should be glad we have legs instead of roots!
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Beautiful. I am warmed with your cold toes poem.
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Great…that’s what I was aiming for. Thanks Teri 🙂
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it is deeply cold.
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