The Good Old Days
by Elouise
With thanks to the Polar Vortex, depicted above on the left.
Cold air blankets my body
Seeps through pores
Insinuates its way
Past layers of fleece
Shivering, I opt for
Mind control
I re-mind myself
Of long hot summers
And how I’ll yearn for
These good old days
To soothe my fevered skin
And drooping brows
Long since resigned
To a losing battle against time,
gravity and the elements
With apologies to my friends in Australia, now enduring the opposite side of Polar Vortex weather.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 30 January 2019
Weather Underground image found at colleenhurley.wordpress.com
Telling the Truth 
40 degrees plus in aussie, minus ten in other places, a 50 degree swing, serious
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Yes, it is. I’m horrified at what’s happening to this world we’ve been given as our temporary home, and what’s happening to its inhabitants. Thank you, bwcarey.
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To the South, parched swimming pools slip under cool monsoon rains
To the North, Ice-cold needles drop freezing heat
While industry, that virtue touted
Claims all, and watches nature routed
Little seeing
Modern man is nature, doubted.
(I love your poems so I thought I might make an attempt.)
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🤗👏🌹 I love it!
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Thank you, Elouise! 😀 ♥
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😊💜💕
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It’s a bit warm up here in the Southern Hemisphere Elouise 👿
Still gives me a chance to experience whats to come no doubt 😈
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There’s nothing like a good rehearsal. 🌞
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👿
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