Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

Winter: A Cold Muse

snow man acci-crash

even when I enjoy winter it's a slightly morbid enjoyment, sigh...

You know winter’s starting to get on your nerves when a lot of your poems deal with dark and vengeful images of the white stuff. I’m not a winter person at the best of times. The snow in the Peace Country (where I live, in northern British Columbia) is usually dry and won’t even make a good snowman. But we do get Chinooks (warm winds, look it up) that occasionally soften the snow a bit and artistic expression happens, generally with snowmen posed in ‘Calvin-esque’ positions of expiration, complete with twig ‘x’es for eyes.
I can’t say I recall ever writing an upbeat winter poem. Perhaps I should have  go at that one day, or maybe just move somewhere warmer, sigh.

Anyway, I’m going to post a poem called “Winter Comes”. It evolved with ‘crime scene’ imagery quite unintentionally. I guess I sometimes feel it’s a crime how long winter drags on so perhaps that was at the back of my mind.

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  1. Priceless picture Linda! I can see this becoming a parody of “Frosty the Snowman,” as you did with “Deck the Halls” (ie. “Frosty the Snowman was a very easy kill…”) Apparently we share the same morbid sense of humour 😛

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