Shower Fog

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She stood in the square metal shower, the thick steam swirling around her.  She leaned her forehead against the wall and looked down at her feet, far, far away in a thick fog.  Her feet and the floor of the shower were hidden in the misty steam.  Like when you have stepped outside on a foggy day where you couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of yourself.

The hot water sluiced down her skin.  A burning sensation that was somewhat painful on her cold skin. By the time the water had reached her feet it was cold.  Chilled to the bone would have been the words her mother would have described it as.  She felt that cold.  As if her bones were made of freezing cold steel.  Her muscles and skin attached in cold hunks of meat.  Her blood felt congealed and thick, and her movements were slow.

She let her arms hang as the water continued to pound her back.  Suddenly the heat started to go deeper and her body broke out in goose-flesh.  She shivered and spun around so that the water heated the front of her body.  It felt so good. She felt the warmth awaken her mind so that she wasn’t so fuzzy.  She felt herself start to wake up.

By the time she had stepped out of the shower onto the fluffy bath mat, she was heated to the core.  She felt like an ooey gooey brownie hot from the oven.  Like warm caramel.  Ready to puddle on the floor.

Okay, this is just a bit of nothing that I started thinking about as I was trying to warm up in a shower after freezing myself trying to get plants covered and protected from a freeze tonight.  Sometimes you can be out working and you know you are cold, then all of a sudden the cold sinks deep in and you feel it everywhere and there is no way you will warm up unless you take a hot bath or shower.

For the record, I feel kind of ooey gooey right now.  Now if only I could crawl into a down comforter and snuggly up with a cup of tea.

Signing off

~Kate

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Thoughts

Thoughts are like water

liquid

 flowing

escaping

like the river flowing out to sea

forgetting them

they disappear into unknown

thoughts are like beach sand

gritty 

sticking

scratching

getting into your clothes

particles appearing days later

niggling at the brain

reminding or annoying

liquid or sandy

thoughts have a mind of their own

impossible to hold onto

impossible to let go

they come back to haunt

creeping and sneaking up behind you

jumping out of nowhere

they escape away

like dust on the wind

never to return

but there is a lingering reminder

knowing that the thought was once there

I woke with just two lines out of this poem, and I’ve been puttering away at it all day.  I had no clue it would turn out so pretty.  Enjoy

Signing off

~Kate

 

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Lady Autumn

Lady Autumn

Scent of the pines
Floating on a breeze    Stars dotting the sky
Dreaming with ease

A whisper of scent
Drifts up from the path
October Roses
Bloom their last breath

Owls hooting softly
At the golden moon
Beams dance on water
It’s as bright as noon

Nothing but shadows
A murmur of sighs
One chirping cricket
Hidden from eyes

A ripple of water
A splash in the brook
Gurgling and bubbling
Where no one will look

A droplet of dew
Clings to a grass blade
Glittering brightly
As light starts to fade

The breeze shifts to cold
From the north it comes
Biting and freezing
As summer succumbs

The rose drops her bloom
The owls tuck in tight
The cricket stops chirping
 At the cold night

The dew turns to frost
As Jack comes around
Painting with silver
In silence of sound

The world turns to browns
As green starts to fade
Oranges turn red
On oaks in a glade

So ends good Autumn
She pulls close her cloak
Bowing to Winter
She fades like wood smoke

 

I know this is an autumn poem, but I’ve been wanting to post it for a while. I actually just finished it tonight.  It all started with the first line courtesy of Michael Buble’s song “Feeling Good”.  One little line in there caught my attention.  And here is the result.

The picture is courtesy of  http://pixdaus.com/pics/1215795736zbrct6G.jpg

 

Signing off

~K