Soft skin. Hard Alcohol.

Husky green leaves clutch to limbs that bore them,

                but many of the splashy reds, and yellows have jumped.

3 snows visited here already;

the kind of that melt faster, than they fall.

My liquor collection grows robust during falling days,

                and blank-stared thoughts are more prevalent;

                symptomatic of former-love disease.

Frost has no business to remind me of warmth;

                that responsibility has been delegated to good scotch.

Reviews

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Many a misery sought solace in a glass of Scotch.

[Leslie Philibert]

Great ! A mix of fine imagery and personal emotion, a touch of wry humour..Really good poem.

[Chris Shaw]

Nothing like a hot toddy to keep the chills away in winter when the days are short and the nights are long. I don't like drinking it neat though, but maybe with ginger ale. I very much enjoyed your description in your first two stanzas which set the scene. All the best and keep warm.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Good scotch make Winter less painful. Thank you Cory for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

[Cory Barrett]

Anytime... but now its time for a drink

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime a drink. Make us slow down and see better. Worst sometimes too.

[Ana Papaya]

I'm not much of drinker when it comes to the hard stuff but I've heard that a good scotch can warm the soul and provide just enough of a numb feeling that it can always feel as though a heart is healing. I may have to start drinking more!

[Cory Barrett]

I layed off drinks for a a while.... my writing suffered! Stay Warm!

[Einstein Noodle]

plain language and bold type...well suite the solution to that cold ;) i especially enjoy the exhuberance of your jumping reds and yellows ... ?syntax in this line "the kind of that melt faster, than they fall." do you mean to leave out the "of" ? ... i see your speaker in his book cases filled wall to wall, worn brown leather chair studio ... a place of reprieve ..solitude with that great tasting Scotch ... mmmm kind gonna have to pick up a bottle .. its been a while ;)
E.

[Cory Barrett]

A syntax most certainly. i wish i had a a studio for solitude and reprieve... maybe i could make a closet into one.

[Einstein Noodle]

nothing wrong with closet man caves ;)))))))))))))))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i don't really like scotch...but think i might join you in a toast.
I really like where this one ended up---
Hit the road, Frost...
and part of me thinks of the other Frost...the poet and "stopping by the woods on a snowy evening"---
j.

[Cory Barrett]

Man that frost sure could make a happy poem in disguse... wonder if he like scotch