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A kitchen with a cook that’s wild
Has flour everywhere.
A layer, white, on counter lays,
And on his hands and hair.
 

And when we would describe the scene
To let another know
We’d say that all was covered white –
‘Twas blanketed with snow. 

One starts a fire with solid wood,
And things that cannot fly
Since they are solid mass, and weight
Is what they’re anchored by. 

But let the flames lick hungrily,
And heat will upward flow.
Then flake-like ashes from the fire
Fall from the sky like…snow. 

In blizzards, flakes like ashes fall;
The trees are white-capped waves.
The ground becomes the ocean’s foam
Thick like a face man shaves. 

Then all the world is blanketed
And all shapes, rounded, grow.
And we are then without a word,
For what’s like snow is – snow!

 

© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

 

 

 

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Ambience

A bucket of color, a bucket of fruit;
A feast for the eyes and healthy to boot.
And some dipped in cream look like mountains with snow,
They taste like the nectar that only gods know. 

The lady beside me smells sweet of perfume;
I stroke her soft cheek as a song fills the room.
I say to myself as I’m falling for her,
My senses are simply five kittens that purr.

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photo by Marja Flick-Buijs at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/my0Iqgg/Summer+fruit

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

 

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