<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Winter... I Think Of Summer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Winter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think of summer…<br>Of feverish glow<br>Of summer sunburn…<br>Of sunshine seined<br>Through disordered trees…<br>Of summer sun<br>The color of <br>Undercooked egg yolks<br>cool and warm <br>Both at once…<br>Of growing tree roots<br>Gently tilting sidewalks<br>And warm raindrops forming<br>Crystal necklaces<br>On the nape of the wind…<br>Of haloes round the moon<br>And rain rings on the river…<br>Silvered, tranquil surface, dimpled<br>By frogs, fry, and turtles…<br>Moss…<br>dark as old meringue<br>Draped close up<br>To cat tails…in their turn<br>Bearing the bright blossoms <br>Of red-winged blackbirds…<br>The rich melange <br>of manure and clover, <br>Faery rings of toadstools<br>Of butterflies and bumblebees…<br>The feel of air as thick<br>As a wool blanket, rasping<br>Upon one’s skin…<br>Roseate warm sunrises<br>Seasoned with the pepper<br>Of starlings…<br>Of lightning veined thunderclouds<br>And lingering images, blood red<br>Fading to black… strobing<br>Through closed eyelids…<br>Of hair shimmering<br>With unholy highlights<br>In the high heat<br>Of the summer sun…<br>In winter I think <br>At times…of Spring<br>And at times of Fall…<br>In summer <br>I think of winter slumber<br>…yet in winter…<br>I think of summer…<br>most of all</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Whalen">David Whalen</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366324" data-title="In Winter... I Think Of Summer de David Whalen" data-description="In Winter I think of summer… Of feverish glow Of summer sunburn… Of sunshine seined Through disordered trees… Of summer sun The color of Undercooked egg yolks cool and warm Both at once… Of growing tree roots Gently tilting sidewalks An..."></div> </div> </div>

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