Two Hours Cold

Posted on February 12, 2014 by Joanna M. Weston

One day, quite a while ago now, we wanted to see snow, to feel really, really, cold, who knows why … just a crazy idea! So we went up the nearest mountain, not big by any standards, but high enough for what we wanted: snow, cold, and a view thrown in …

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TWO HOURS COLD

we went to look for winter                                 .GB ditto
on the slopes of Mt.Prevost
left the car and walked
slipped, laughed, gasped
as the slopes sang a cold song
and more north to come

sunlight touched our lashes
with breath
blowing arctic feathers
into our eyes    we looked
through rimed branches and saw
light moving the sky

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About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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2 Responses to Two Hours Cold

  1. morningstoryanddilbert says:
    February 12, 2014 at 4:10 am

    Very Good!!! After reading your Cold Post, I just need another cuppa coffee….

    Stay warm, Take Care, and God Bless 🙂 Kenny T

    Reply

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