outside spring

In this cool basement room
contemplate the heat outside:
it cocoons lungs in winter wool;
the longer I shiver here
the more wool comes into the picture.
On the ladder armed with my
heat gun and scraper blade,
stripping heavy cracked old paint
in this sheep’s armpit,
I long for snow.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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