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Time and the Winter by C. J. Stevens Tuesday, May 25, 2004 Not rated by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan
Outdoors, the white, unmended patches blotch the timber in the winter park. The curled rock maples sift the snowflakes to their feet where a fossil footprint with nowhere to go resumes its promenade along the street steps gently on the ice and disappears. What if last autumn's curfew led a beast to exile in his log or cave? The dawn will thaw the frozen timepiece as the year's iced gargoyles gag and pockmarked puddles strain with witless laughter on the boulevard. Time hangs like shirtsleeves in the stiffening weather. Stilettos wait the victim where the drops had synchronized a watch. Hours ago - or centuries - an unidentified feather replaced the bread crumbs in the slippery yard.
John Wade Publishing

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Reviewed by The Smoking Poet	11/19/2004

You are a find, C.J. Your poetry gives me what I seek in word art--that moment of yes, yes, exactly.




Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)	5/28/2004

Incredible imagery in a very unique poem.




Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie	5/25/2004

wow..I loved the imagery in this poem! Reindeer




Reviewed by Jim Dunlap	5/25/2004

Very nice. This is extremely well done.




Reviewed by Donna Quesinberry	5/25/2004

hmm...lots going on here what a winter image thanks, d.




Reviewed by Cynth'ya cynthyaspeaks@gmail.com	5/25/2004

Most active winter scene I've ever seen. Nice to meet your poetry. And you. Smiles, cynth'ya lewis reed