A cold day in Summer
When the summer heat is about to get you down
When the thermometer says feel-like temperature
is one hundred and five, that's the time you should think
Think about a cold day, cold day you liked a lot
That proverbial day, day when you froze walking
It was a cold day then the wind blew up your clothes
Pants and skirts bellowed out full of air oh so cold
I saved a bottle of cold air just for today
This'll be our cold day, cold day in the summer
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/08/the-tuesday-platform_22.html
- Her theme was "Post a Poem (old or new)"
- Picture is one I took this year in February on our walk from Georgetown University over to the Washington Monument and then around and back to our hotel by the government buildings. We walked in the 'teen' miles that day. Fairly cold too.
It's a lovely conceit, and I wish you joy of it – but me, I hate the cold and love the heat.
ReplyDeleteThat proverbial day, day when you froze walking.. this line really drew me in! Powerfully written.
ReplyDeleteThank heavens I am free of those bitter cold days now I live in Australia where winter cold is much like summer in Europe! Your poem sent a chill through me at the thought.
ReplyDeleteYour words resonate. I am not a lover of heat nor a lover of cold - somewhere just in between is fine - a hot day with a refreshing cool breeze, this I find lovely.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
I would like to save some warmth for the cold days too.
ReplyDeleteMy imagination is not good enough to think of cold on a 105 day. I'll meet you in the freezer.
ReplyDeleteI am certainly thinking cold these days, but then fickle me will be whining of warm when a real chill comes.
ReplyDeleteSeveral weeks ago I posted several haiku about winter because...it was just so darned hot and I yearned for cold weather. I am going to follow your lead and store up several bottles of the cold for days such as this.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea dancing inside the lines of this poem. It reminds me of being in the military, in the field, half-freezing to death or melting from the heat... After those days, whenever the weather is terrible, I think of those days, and tell myself, "Remember when the weather was a bastard, and could do nothing about it. Right now, you have choices. Be happy." And I smile, right away. :-)
ReplyDeleteWe just can't be happy with the weather - although yesterday we kept saying it was a PERFECT day -
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