another iowa winter
nobody knows what the weather
is like in iowa
just like they don’t know gigantic
potatoes only grow in idaho
in january it’s so damn cold here
the cows don’t move
so it’s easy to walk right up to them
and snap photograph after photograph
there are no metropolises in iowa
just little towns
with a post office and a tavern
where you can tie your horse to a post
in the winter the winds blows so cold
it leaves you shivering
until march when the sun penetrates
the earth and reality begins to blossom
december two thousand twelve
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A pleasure to read, this poem has a very nice flow to it.
Thank you for stopping by and commenting…so very nice of you.
The last line is intriguing – when reality begins to blossom – as if the winter cold is impossibly chilling – it can’t be real. I like it.
Thank you for visiting and commenting. So glad you enjoyed.
Very nice but I knew that Idaho grows gigantic potatoes! ;~D Did you know in Ireland you could have up to five types of potatoes in one dinner? Mashed, boiled, garlic, roast and babies?
i never thought about it so no i didn’t realize. on a sidebar i had potato soup with bacon bits for lunch today. thanks so much for visiting here…looking forward to more of your poetry.
Your welcome and likewise…
Too cold for me to thrive! Brr…..
Is that wintry cold just a dream?
Yes, that’s a good way putting it!
I love your readings 🙂
Thank you so very much 😀