To The Bone

To The Bone

A Poem by Pete

In short, as a snow-drift is formed where there is a lull in the wind, so, one would say, where there is a lull of truth, an institution springs up. - Thoreau

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outside of my mold
antagonizing the frigid cold
i trace my gloved finger in last night's snow
watching the particles of exhaled breath freeze before my very eyes
watery eyes
runny nose
another gelid blast do-si-dos

caught in this season of retreat
stark isolation
silence and loneliness of hibernation
inside and out, why am i blue
life or death
which is true
why is the sun so weak and frail
i get up in its face
utter gall to question

this bold season willing to accost with another rattling gale
how dare you
as myself i regale
why am i here like this
thrown into a recurring arctic zone
chilled once again

to the bone

© 2022 Pete

Author's Note

“Take long walks in stormy weather or through deep snows in the fields and woods, if you would keep your spirits up. Deal with brute nature. Be cold and hungry and weary.” - Thoreau

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Added on January 12, 2022
Last Updated on January 13, 2022



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