Cold Snap

An oldie, originally published (online) in February, 2006 in the now-defunct Crescent Moon Journal. It took 2nd place in their Winter Poems Contest.

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Cold Snap

Outside for obligatory photographs:
ubiquitous head-shot, profile,
three-quarter profile, bust.

I stand between the battered, rusty
plow, lost in a stand of spruce,
and the house’s winter windows,
nearly buried by blizzard. I squint
and will be squinting forever,
standing, frozen by the shutters.

When I see myself, inside, later,
at first only pixels, then paper thin,
I am several hundred pounds of meat
none of it lean, leaning on a cane,
a lame spectacle trapped by
reflex and bifocality, with snow
at the temple of my thinning hair.

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13 thoughts on “Cold Snap

  1. I love the way you built up this self-portrait, Ron. The word ‘obligatory’ suggests those photographs were not for fun, and you made such a wonderful job of painting the wintry scenery, I shivered. I love the play on words in the phrase ‘a lame spectacle trapped by / reflex and bifocality’.

  2. Luv “the temple of thinning hair”
    Life is sacred and it is a dynamic process

    Happy Sunday Ron. Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today

    Much❤love

  3. Echoing comments above, this produce chills, something about the way it reads is like the subject of a portrait turning to stare back at the viewer.

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