Texas Winter donned a chill
windy days and rainy nights –
funny how I’d forgotten that
I remember coastal waters
the sheer joy of cranes in flight
or Roseated spoonbills feasting
The warm thrill of tortilla soup
and the satisfaction of enchiladas
spices still lingering in my mind
A scrap of Texas memorialized
an endearing image blotting out
the internal, newsworthy, storms.
(Image my own)
Love these sensory details. There seem to be stories in between. 🙂
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So many stories. Thanks LuAnne
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Okay now I’m hungry!
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Right? Just finished chicken tortilla soup.
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OMG Love that so much!
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Ahhh – reading this on a chilly Texas evening – got overly chilled bringing groceries in from car a couple of hours ago – still wearing my down vest and have added a warm furry feline to my lap. Enchiladas would be fantastic! (But not going back out till tomorrow’s sunshine convinces my body it isn’t really THAT cold …)
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It’s still warmer than our climate. Maybe that’s why it didn’t bother me much, lol. Getting together with you was definitely a highlight of both trips.
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Muy bueno.
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Gracias
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My sister used to live in Texas, and I’d say that your poem beautifully sums it all up!
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Thanks. Things have become complicated there.
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wonderful poem VJ!
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Thanks Carol Anne. I’ve missed you.
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It’s striking what the mind can do to protect us.
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Indeed.
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