Linking with Shay's Word Garden Word List #9 (Joan Colby)
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Every mile is two in winter. ~ George Herbert
The clocks of December move slow like a man with bad knees
Edging forward with scorn upon deaf ears
I try to ignore the feral breeze
And the rise of snow and it’s bitter sermon upon my face
If I had been newly kissed
The pressing feel would be gone like a gypsy in the night
Cold can be like fire’s touch when it is from the skull of a
Stealing the feeling from our extremities
And leaving the deepest of aches in our bones
One that no anesthetic can remove.