A themed challenge on Winter.
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Ears on fire
fingertips hurt
pin cushion cheeks
a nose that’s burnt.
All this pain
I will endure
on a morning like this
air crisp and pure.
Ducks do practice
for Dancing on Ice
A Heron to judge
a look that could splice.
Further along
the canal takes a twist
where skimming snowflakes
a winter morn’s bliss.
All this happens
while you’re so fast asleep
you miss the wonders
of mid-winter’s treat.
So do what I do
and wake with the birds
put on your clobber
and tread virgin earth.
A Gap In The Clouds 
Although I am looking for some warmer weather now, I do like the feel this poem gives. We must not sleep too much then and miss it!
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pin cushion cheeks – great image!
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Thanks. Just what it feels like with the wind biting into your face 🙂
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Incredibly descriptive … crisp and fresh feeling. I really enjoyed reading and the words are lingering in my mind. Pam
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Thanks Pam, glad you enjoyed it and are still enjoying it 🙂
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Makes me look forward to winter. I love it all, but especially the last stanza…and ‘put on your clobber (what a wonderful word!0 and tread the virgin earth.’
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Thank you, A field of snow is just that and one foot, one touch, and it’s virgin no more.
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Yes, how true. It’s perfection is intruded upon.
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