from Jules - Saturday, March 05, 2005 accessed 1246 times
You can only manage the cold so long And then it starts to eat at you Your skin, your bones, your soul.
I’m coming back inside Shutting out the wind and swirling snow Shaking off my winter layers Peeling off my boots and socks Sitting myself in front of the fire Holding up my face to the searing heat Feeling slowly coming back into my fingers and toes Creeping up my limbs.
I guess I would go anonymous too if I couldn't think of anything better to say than that.(reply to this comment)
From roughneck Tuesday, March 15, 2005, 08:59 (Agree/Disagree?) Trust me, you'd hate -45° C plus windchill a helluva lot more. To say nothing of snow (and more fucking snow!), black ice, frostbite, and all the other de rigeur Canadian Winter Experiences. Winter Sucks! :)(reply to this comment)
Actually this "poem" was not about Canadian winter. Admittedly not my best work, but it is therapeutic at times to write about things one is actually experiencing when one is experiencing them and it can be a bit raw. If no one else gets it, never mind. I wrote this for me, so please excuse the indulgence of me posting it online. (reply to this comment)