A MAN FOR SOME SEASONS.
Ragged flags of steam astir
atop the flats and office blocks
and sudden flurries chased about
like edgy Lilliputian flocks…
...underfoot and overall
the flattery of fulgent frost
and heat, by turns, a luxury
of ever-escalating cost...
...blanket upon blanket drawn
to chins in sanctuary beds,
and penetrating cold that renders
added layers mere shreds…
…slumbrous exhalations bleaching
blackened windows' colder edges;
fields revealing snow-blown wrecks
of ten-a-penny plastic sledges…
…flakes that coat my coat and cloak me
slowly in a sodden pelt;
idling through glowing summer
I forgot how winter felt.
Travis Brow
Wed 26th Nov 2014 07:36
Thank you all for your thoughtful comments. You might notice, should you look again, that i've made some alterations.
Cynthia, for the purposes of the poem, and in general i suppose, i pronounce 'idling' as 'i-d-ling' such that it has three syllables, although i slightly elide the d and the l.