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I Chose Celsius
by Kristina WoodhillI chose Celsius as I walked,
Tuned in about 12 on that scale;
Cheered by the sun off gossiping,
Leaving August heat confused
And me, a cool, fresh morning gal.
I picked up on moist light dancing,
Dew drops, wet ballooning tips
Bathing my imaginary Irish moor;
I knew Dingle then
When herding phantom sheep along its shore.
I wore thoughts like soft washed woolen,
My shoulders covered lightly
By nearby neighbors' "good days,"
Waves of brushed gold hand-leaf
Impressing each long strand, connected strays.
I chose Celsius as I walked,
Tuned in, each degree draping
Like the pond's old green willow tree,
Topped this morning by the Great Blue Heron,
Preening unconcerned,
While I wandered Pond to Sea.
08/12/2010
Posted on 08/13/2010
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/13/10 at 02:12 PM Ah ha, you cheat but I love it. Very well done and it does make you feel cooler! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/13/10 at 03:46 PM To cheat the heat... what a fine idea. And you do it with such verve. But above all, I wonder at your imagination and wander into it from pond to sea. What an emerald delight! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/13/10 at 03:53 PM I am headed out to the lillywog to try this. Just thinking about it is refreshing, yon poet!
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| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/13/10 at 07:25 PM Gentle with many fine images and ideas. You know the path so well, we come along without hesitation or second-guessing. I listen and hear even the golden bees at the break of morning, waking me with their busy hum all about the place. So enjoyable. Thanks. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/13/10 at 10:11 PM Any way to beat the heat this summer, I say...and how cleverly crafted this wonderful evasion! |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 08/14/10 at 12:58 AM ...and the rest of us have been thoroughly out-chilled :> |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/14/10 at 01:23 AM You liven up the reading even when poetizing (that a word?) concerning mundane weather measurement. A lovely morning walk turned into a lovely read. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/14/10 at 03:44 AM There is a slightly new-angled tone to your work lately, and I like the mix of descriptives and imagery. You're talent is spreading its wings in impressive flight! |
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