"Polar" Protrusion

That grand old poem called winter. - Thoreau

breath hard and gelid

air waterless blustery

tongues stuck to flagpoles

Author's Note

"In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts, whose windows and doors are half concealed, but from whose chimneys the smoke cheerfully ascends.... We enjoy now, not an oriental, but a boreal leisure, around warm stoves and fireplaces, and watch the shadow of motes in the sunbeams." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Fantastic, brings back memories.

[Pete]

thanks TWC ... :)

[Dave Brown]

It is bad enough having the tongue go on but the ripping it back off won't be pretty
Pete

[Pete]

ugh. gives me the willies just thinking about it ... :)

[John Sullivan]

I must admit, I had a laugh. That scene in A Christmas Story... Love the Thoreau quote.

[Pete]

always better to laugh than cry says i. thanks john.
keep warm ... :)