In the sweltering heat of mid-August my thoughts go back to January when the deep freeze had a strangle hold on the landscape. Oh, what short memories we have in the middle of tribulation. "Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation. Be constant in prayer.""A Seasoned Run"
Shoes laced; body protected.
Discipline thrusts into steeled hardness of frozen air.
Sparta withdraws--but,
Only for a moment.
Shoes crunch
Leaving familiar tracks on plowed, scraped, streets of snow.
Fleece freezes to fleece as
Frost forms from warm nostril fans.
Rolling hills crest over snow-fused fields of
Sleeping wheat tucked beneath
Blankets of wintry sand
To be awakened on a sunny, spring day.
Hoarfrost crusts roadside weeds, stubby stalks, and leafless limbs.
Trees, swayback from northern blasts,
Sparkle in form-frozen boundaries.
No warmth in sunlight.
Only inward pumping supplies life in the lifeless glaze,
An extra mile, now,
To savor this seasoned run.
(By Ronald Davis copyright 1983)
Shoes laced; body protected.
Discipline thrusts into steeled hardness of frozen air.
Sparta withdraws--but,
Only for a moment.
Shoes crunch
Leaving familiar tracks on plowed, scraped, streets of snow.
Fleece freezes to fleece as
Frost forms from warm nostril fans.
Rolling hills crest over snow-fused fields of
Sleeping wheat tucked beneath
Blankets of wintry sand
To be awakened on a sunny, spring day.
Hoarfrost crusts roadside weeds, stubby stalks, and leafless limbs.
Trees, swayback from northern blasts,
Sparkle in form-frozen boundaries.
No warmth in sunlight.
Only inward pumping supplies life in the lifeless glaze,
An extra mile, now,
To savor this seasoned run.
(By Ronald Davis copyright 1983)
2 comments:
Thank you for the 'Seasoned Run' and the'Victorian Splendor'--sweet sensations we so soon let slip away; in this warmer season, winter has packed its bags and migrated to the blank regiion of my gray matter.
Say hello to your lovely bride, the 'Rose of Alabama.'
DBL
The poem is very descriptive with good use of poetic images.
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