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FROM READERS: '52 degree ode,' a poem inspired by warmer weather

Monday, March 11, 2013 | 4:03 p.m. CDT; updated 3:17 p.m. CDT, Thursday, March 28, 2013

Margaret Prezioso-Frye is a single mother of two children who moved to Columbia in 1987. She often writes poems and shares them with the Columbia Missourian. 

Normally I wouldn't submit something so soon after my last submission, but I was so inspired by my walk Sunday morning: the over the 50 degree weather, snow melting away, visible sidewalks and most of the population using daylight savings time as their excuse to begin the day later. I couldn't and didn't want to stop the flood of thoughts like the running streams I was walking along side of as I kicked snow loose watching it drift away. For a change of pace, I called them:

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52º Ode
The clocks moved forward saving daylight once again
Thank-goodness for that
But I went walking this morning an hour later than I should
It felt good
Tomorrow I will walk in dark light, greet the day later on
And will always bring my mace
That I walk in peace, be warned
And there be no pain in another face
But the snow is melting thank you fifty-two degrees
Curbside rivers running
I have sidewalks again
I stomped snow into streams
Watching ice float away as I play
My choice to walk the peaceful street or not
Even at that time of day all stay in bed and hide away
Time to get up, what, what, no way!
No worries of cars on ice or
Lightening fast will I get away?
Only of the all night stoner who
Shouldn’t be on the road at night
Never mind the day
Or the all-night worker
Finding his, or is it her morning way
Or the drunk always drunk
A legal habit with a price all pay
But spring is coming, and winter begone
How I enjoyed my walk on such a day!

 

But the next day winter had something to say

Winter strikes back at spring
Windy mist sting with
Glassy ice splinters unseen
Passing a streetlight
They gust by uncloaked
In rainy spray frozen
Under a morning night sky
Sharp pinch on my lashes
Flutter over my eye

This story is part of a section of the Missourian called From Readers, which is dedicated to your voices and your stories. We hope you'll consider sharing. Here's how. Supervising Editor is  Joy Mayer.


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