We had a sunny day
today
for the first time
this year.
At noon I went
for a walk
in the ten degree
temps.
The streets were salty
slushy
and the wind was
a slap
I clicked a few
pictures
of snow-covered
mountains
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
waiting
for me with his warm arms
wide open.
Nice one Linda, I don't know about the temperature but Hubby baking bread, now that sounds extreme! (Only joking)
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Aw. I loved it...especially the tears sliding down the snowy cheeks and the husband's open arms.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely picture. I loved the 'slap of the wind' but not quite as much as the 'warm arms!'
ReplyDeleteSounds beautiful and returning home was too eh?
ReplyDeletea simple, realistic one.enjoyed it
ReplyDeleteMade me cold just reading it. ;)
ReplyDelete'The wind was a slap' - fantastic. And oh, to come home to warm arms. Jae ..
ReplyDeleteThanks 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.
ReplyDeleteWow..There is so much love :D
ReplyDeleteThe wind does feel like a slap today. Very enjoyable!
ReplyDeleteOne extreme to another - the discomfort of the weather - the love of your husband.
ReplyDeleteDelightful!
ReplyDeletehubby baking bread is a poem unto itself but the whole thing is lovely!
ReplyDeleteI got chills reading it. But bread and hubby make up for everything.
ReplyDeletevery smooth and very realistic :)
ReplyDeleteI am sorry for the late arrival to Sunday Scribblings but I had to pay you a visit :)
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