Saturday, January 9, 2010

Suday Scribblings: Extreme

We had a sunny day
for the first time
this year.

At noon I went
for a walk
in the ten degree

The streets were salty
and the wind was
a slap

I clicked a few
of snow-covered

hunching under
the blue
blanket of sky.
When my

legs turned numb
and tears
slid down my cheeks
like kids

sledding down a hill,
I hurried
home to the smell
of baked

bread and my husband
for me with his warm arms
wide open.


Andy Sewina said...

Nice one Linda, I don't know about the temperature but Hubby baking bread, now that sounds extreme! (Only joking)

btw, the NaiSaiKu Challenge? is back Online this week.

Lilibeth said...

Aw. I loved it...especially the tears sliding down the snowy cheeks and the husband's open arms.

Rinkly Rimes said...

What a lovely picture. I loved the 'slap of the wind' but not quite as much as the 'warm arms!'

linda may said...

Sounds beautiful and returning home was too eh?

Ariel said...

a simple, realistic one.enjoyed it

Catherine Denton said...

Made me cold just reading it. ;)

jaerose said...

'The wind was a slap' - fantastic. And oh, to come home to warm arms. Jae ..

Beth said...

Thanks for writing such a lovely love poem. This poem's right at the core with what's good about winter, the contrast of outside and inside, the sense of being alone and being so loved.

Jeeves said...

Wow..There is so much love :D

BJ Roan said...

The wind does feel like a slap today. Very enjoyable!

Stan Ski said...

One extreme to another - the discomfort of the weather - the love of your husband.

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Dee Martin said...

hubby baking bread is a poem unto itself but the whole thing is lovely!

Granny Smith said...

I got chills reading it. But bread and hubby make up for everything.

Americanising Desi said...

very smooth and very realistic :)

I am sorry for the late arrival to Sunday Scribblings but I had to pay you a visit :)

Happy SS

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