She come on strong and warm and totally unexpected.
Just like a chinook during one a’ them long hard spine cracking winters
when even the stones groan.
My spirit quivered.
Been a while.
You bury things deep in a spell like that
and time takes time
to thaw feelin’s
froze deep as all that.
Quick. Like a wink. A brief flurry of dancin’
hand grabbin’ romancin’
that settles your heart into spring.
And then’s gone.
And after one a’ them passages of short hollow gut feelin’s winter come back
and then softened like new fallen snow.
Spring snow.
And I knew that I’d make it.
All quite unexpected. Just like a chinook.
By my pard, DW Grothe.
I bet you like this one, huh Jim? 🙂
Damn right, Robert. Beautiful. Gives me something to shoot for one day …
That chinook got us too.