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Thirty third Degree

Winters fast appproach
Its 33 degrees and dropping

Went outside to feel the cold under my feet
To feel winters kiss on my weathered cheek
To feel..other than the fire of pain
To remember
There once...was rain.

The Stars
Embers from the long ago
The stars...are also fire
But they dont last forever

We watch them come home
Little embers
One by one
From the fires of my ancestors
To the fallen embers tonite.

Its 33 degrees and falling
Its snowing on Raton
Footstep echos fade away when there are no walls to answer back.

Winters weeds are waving in skys of blue and white
The earth to wear her widows weeds for the oncoming season leads
The,leaves of red and gold
Have gone to moldy hold

Its 33 degrees and fallen
Ime about my natures business
Out of doors and onto hills
This olden bard
To board the stars once more
To limber rusted voice
And sing of tors
Never climbed, never more.

Its ok,to feel alive now and then
Go out a,d breath the cold air
Fill your,lungs and shout to the stars
Am here.
William Garza
Spine-Health Mod

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  • SavageSavage United StatesPosts: 5,476
    As I feel more physically limited, this year esp, I have been so acutely aware of the leaves crackling under my feet.
    And I would sit outside to watch the rain storms.

    And now, the snow!
    If only for ten minutes I enjoy it all in a way like never before!
    And when I'm back in the house, I feel I accomplished something!
    Accomplishing something, if nothing else, sharing the experience with my healthy counterparts....but again in a way I've never seen it before.

    Or at least not since childhood!
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  • Sheri76Sheri76 Michigan Posts: 496
    Seen your subject title and thought: Thirty third degree! Wow! Somebody sure was mad!...then read your poem, which unthawed my heart, cleared my mind, and now I see, no one was mad, not really even sad, and for that, I am glad ; )
  • William GarzaWilliam Garza TexasPosts: 2,401
    edited 11/22/2015 - 10:09 AM
    Went out after a shot of Chivas Regal and breatthed in the clean cold air.
    Not truly cold..wind chill n all..but the stars
    All the stars
    I had forgotten them for a while in the summers miasma..
    Listening to Celtic and Viking metal puts an edge to winters blade
    A sense of immediacy like no other.
    Olifur Arnolds introspection
    Beths theme
    For now I am winter

    Wrapped in thin cotton shirt i fell winters hands on me.on my spine..she understands
    The cold of shortened days
    The non feeling of old unused limbs..no longer waiving in the wind
    Waving back at the grasses and the clouds as they pass by.
    Not sadly
    Mearly alive.
    Gay little tassles, the leaves bleed ..finally their colors to the skys.
    These ornaments fall away
    And the knottyness of the true tree shows..in winter

    Our true selves are exposed in the cold light of wintry days
    When smiles and laughter fade away
    And our true companions of the forest stand tall
    Waiting spring and the strength to waive once more
    William Garza
    Spine-Health Mod

    Welcome to Spine-Health

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