The Deepest Part of Winter!
(For my Step-Dad Roger Ricard R.I.P.) Until we meet again! Ode to the things we both love and have in common, for that IS EVERYTHING through me here in the living world still, which keeps us anchored to each other no matter where you may not be in physical reality! Alive always and Forever! Amen!
The Deepest Part of Winter!
Snow piles as high as houses
roads so thick,
With snow driven thru by vehicles brown and gray
Caked in between tires like deep delicious icing,
Sprinkled with beds of salt
while layers like thick warm winter blankets
Lay over the cars,
As they pass through
Your view,
With wind fulls
Of the fluffiest and lightest of stuff,
Flying gracefully
Like acrobats,
Through the air
To some unknown distance
And final resting place,
In the deepest part of Winnipeg winters!
There you will always be with me,
In my heart, soul and memories
Standing in your snow suit
Buck naked underneath!
With the largest smile
On the coldest, deepest days
Of winter,
Right there on your face
Like summer time or
Sun shining blue sky days,
Volunteering at the community centers
In the neighborhoods,
Holding large hoses
Flowing with the coldest rush of liquids
For that time of year,
As it pours out onto the ice rink floor
Making a charmed bed of it,
Adding on to the strength and the beauty
Of what's already there!
Every time I hear the sounds of laughter
And skates on rinks,
Or the slap stick noises
of hockey pucks being hit,
And the tinging against the net
When the shot is missed,
Like a sound of music
To those loving their game,
Or every time I hear the cheers and hollars`
Of another point being scored,
Or the sound of a figure skater jump.
I will always think of you
It will be your face I see
All around,
And your heart and soul will live on and on
And on, Strong,
Year after year
With me
Within me,
In every word I write,
That plays a part in my glory
As I pen these words of love and passion,
Page after page
In the deepest part of winter,
Where I shelter myself
Somewhere warm
Inside,
Holding the pen
The element
That gives me the gift
To share my thoughts and feelings,
About our oneness
Of Capricorn
And January`s,
Together
In the deepest part
Of Winter!
Not a days gone by
Not a yr that`s passed,
Not a yr that I`ve ever had Kraft peanut butter
In my cupboards, on my shelves
Have I not remembered to eat it
And think of us,
And leave my sticky reminder of
Our equal fervor
For the love of the nut and the squirrel
On top of the only other favored brand,
We share!
And how there is no better time of year
To eat peanut butter on bread or toast,
In a way that tells the tale
That for us,
It will never go out of style
Then to enjoy and savor every bite,
On the coldest and darkest days
Of the deepest part
Of (Winnipeg) Winters!
Where the warmth
Of its melting morsals,
Feed us
Our soul food.
Making us lovers
And fans of the snow,
And God's everlasting touch
Of all seasons,
That pass by
You and I,
To always bring us
Back to you
Standing out front of your red and white house,
On the outside of the gate
In your thick army green snow pants
As I say my few joyous words,
Of watching you
In your glory,
Appreciating
Your love,
And point of view over the simple things
In Winnipeg and how for us it will remain
The same always,
Wherever we both are
In the deepest part of Winters
And those times spent together,
Only in Winnipeg
Where it will stay…
Those times between us
And how it shall remain the same
(always)
Wherever we both happen to be,
Just you and me Roger
In the deepest part
Of Winters!
And the memory of both our birthdays
1 day a part,
Love, unconditionally
From the heart
Mind and soul,
Onward…
To a future life
And world ahead
Unknown,
And the day
We see each other again
Standing outside in our snow gear,
With nothing else on inside them
But our birthday suits and smiles,
With God looking down upon us both
In love and laughter
Over that shared passion and joy,
For Kraft Peanut Butter
And those deepest
Darkest,
Coldest days
With wind fulls
Of the fluffiest and lightest of stuff,
Flying gracefully
Like acrobats,
Through the air
To some unknown distance
And final resting place,
On
The Deepest, Darkest, coldest
Days of
Winters
in
Winnipeg!
Written by,
Jennifer Cooley!
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Dear JC - What a lovely piece - I simply can't do the cold ~ I'm shivering just reading this ~ As a native Southern Californian, in one day, we can mountain hike - Go to the Beach or even Snow Ski - that I can't even imagine doing! *Ooh ~ Luv Peanut 'butta ~ Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Authors Community -