Snow-Bound
When I saw the prompt words, I knew it would be topical
to talk about a climate that was anything but tropical.
Truly, in the past I have trudged through sludge and snow,
my socks sodden and water-soaked by the fire’s glow.
Despite those still-clear memories, I have some reservations––
a few inner thoughts about those former titillations
felt while swooping down a ski hill, zooming up the rise
of the hill that rose again at the old hill’s demise.
For sure, snow is a despot. It chills and then it freezes,
leaving souvenirs of grippe, sniffles, coughs and sneezes.
But oh what memories we might have, in fact I’m sure we will
of strapping on those sticks just meant for zooming down the hill,
and even though we started at various reckless paces,
somehow, some (and I was one) landed on our faces.
The prompt words for The Sunday Whirl Wordle 693 are: past climate water trudge sludge sodden despite despot rise demise few inner
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Lol! The fun one has in snow ⛄️
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No more for me, though, Sadje.
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You can look and enjoy from a distance.
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Yes.. thanks for taking the. cold blasts for me, Sadje.
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Always my pleasure
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I love snow, on pictures. If I never ever see it in reality, I won’t miss it. That’s why I live in sunny Flotrida!
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And why I live in sunny Mexico. I’ve seen enough snow in my life.
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