T.: Brr

Monday, December 7, 2009

Brr

18 degrees.
There appear to be handsful
of tiny white flowers -- rosettes --
scattered across the roof of my black car.
Buds and blossoms: an icy bouquet.

Shortly I'll drive west where the weather
is warmer: it's 24 degrees in Seattle!

5 comments:

FoxessaDecember 7, 2009 at 8:42 AM
Horrible. MOST Horrible!

Love, C.
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Sandra LeighDecember 7, 2009 at 9:20 AM
You inspired me to brave a trip out onto the deck. I checked the thermometer out there. -10C (about 17F, I think). Oh, yeah. Time to head south.
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PatriceDecember 7, 2009 at 1:43 PM
And here I am complaining about 48 degrees...
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willDecember 7, 2009 at 4:11 PM
18 degrees and 18 inches of snow is when I take notice. Cold alone isn't so bad. I base this on living in the Midwest snow belt for a while.
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T. December 7, 2009 at 7:57 PM
I LOVE this weather! Crackling sunny days, an intense clarity of light...the best.
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