One of these mornings,
Crisp in their frost
Harsh in their glassy bite
One of these mornings, I say
I will glide on the frozen side walk
Testing my adherence to the ground
And maybe, just maybe
In the presence of this phony sun
All smiles, no heat at all
I will travel back time
In another winter
When my father and his friend
Were pulling the sleigh with all of us
Their daughters on
When at a turn we woke up in snow
Laughing like crazy
Breaking the winter demons
With our laughter
One of these mornings, I say…
Beautiful mix of past and present. Like the way you have ended/not ended the poem.
Thank you so very much, Rahul Aithal!!! It is the time to return my face to the past fueling my future with its lessons
Proustian!
Julia captures adroitly the fleeting sensations—like the Williams sisters catching the tennis balls in the French Open.
If poetry carries us to distant shores, here is a fine example!
Carry on poet Julia. We want more!
Thank you!!! Thank you, Sunil Sharma!!! Coincidence or not, tennis is my passion!!! Watching tennis, to be correct! 🙂 Most honored, Sunil Sharma!!
A fine exemplar of this author’s poetic acumen.Reminiscences can be a tricky subject ,but here thankfully the reader finds a thoroughly engaging and enjoyable discourse.
Thank you so much, dear friend Louis Kasatkin!!! Past as future are open to interpretation!!! 🙂
” Speak,Memory”! A moment in time,recalled,captured ,and cherished. A lovely poem !
Thank you big time, VijayNair!!!!
Little points remains when in merriment the present and the past fuse together!
Power of pen…
Thank you so very much, Tapeshwar!!!!
Well captured with contemporary vibes. Well-done.
Thank you, kind friend gopallahiri!!!