Sun-tired, sweat-damp, sky-
watching for steel-gray line—sharp
norther divide—still
faces lifted to wind-scent
blessed promise of fall rain
Inspired by PAD Chapbook Challenge (Day 3 prompt was United/Divided) AND by Jane’s “Seasons” challenge.
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“lifted to wind-scent” ***
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I really wanted to express that sense of waiting, agonizing, for the first breath of wind. Hope it was at least in the ballpark. 🙂
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It did, for sure!
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Love this, Jennifer – I remember watching the blue northers coming in – the dramatic temperature drop – the refreshing scent of the cold air.
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Thank you. The first cold front of the year was always something to celebrate, in San Antonio. Now I live in the Midwest and my attitude toward north wind is less welcoming. 😉
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I love fall but I don’t wanna winter. WAH. This was such a fun little poem.
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Reblogged this on Jane Dougherty Writes and commented:
Another aspect of autumn.
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About what it’s like here, funnily enough. Hoping we don’t get anything as violent as your winter weather though 🙂
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I will wish for you a beautiful, refreshing crispness only. 🙂
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Thank you! So far, we’re still in summer.
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