A Poem for Don in Winter

I once dropped into

A nondescript café

If you can call it that –

Windows facing a grey wasteland

Of ugly buildings

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Via wikipedia.ca

One table over, a man sighed

And complained about the starkness

Of the place in mid-winter

The mounds of dirty snow

And the leaden skies

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Photo via: publicdomainpictures.net

And I replied –

Without missing a beat

As if I’d known him all my life –

“Let us play a game:

Looking through this window

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Google Images

We will make the sun shine

And change the dirty snow

Into a white sand beach

Look, there it is

Do you see it?

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Google Images

Those ugly buildings are

The blue waters of the Caribbean

There! You see the white sails of boats?

And to the left, on the beach

A little girl with a ball?”

Image via Tlm magazine

Image via Tlm magazine

And the stranger picked up the story

Without missing a beat

And saw small boats and white sails

Seashells and coconuts

Children in bright swimsuits

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Google Images

And felt the warm sunshine

On his arms and face

And off he went to join them

His toes pressing into sand

Frolicking on the beach

And forgot that he was

In a not-quite dignified café

Facing a cold and barren wasteland

One table over

From a stranger.

With thanks to my publisher, Don Bastian, for his patience and kindness at a tough time in my life. 

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42 Comments

Filed under A Good Home, Cafe, Caribbean Sea, Daydreams, Poem, Tropical Holidays, Tropical Vacation, Winter

42 responses to “A Poem for Don in Winter

  1. timcknight

    Quite lovely.

    Youre getting leaner, tighter, tauter.

    Gooder.

    Tim

  2. Sadia

    We all need that kind of escape at this time of the year. Thanks for transporting me to another place!

  3. I loved this, and I’m afraid it’s popped up in time for me to nominate you for a short thing about cake… no need if you don’t want to but it’s kind of on topic and I love your blog. Anyway, you can see it here and decide whether to do it or not ;-). http://wp.me/pJIxY-mn

    cheers

    MTM

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  5. I love this, Cynthia. Not only the working of the imagination, but the choice. Beautiful poem 🙂

  6. I love this idea. We might all convert to your thinking. Love it. Makes me smile. 😀 ❤

  7. I love this one! I will try to remember to see what I need to see . . .

  8. Today, when I go out in the 20F air to spread gravel on the snow on our lane, I shall think about building a sandcastle.
    Oscar

  9. You painted an alluring picture with your words.

  10. Beautiful! I love the picture you painted Cynthia. I also know about the comfort of visualization and how useful it can be when pain or insomnia are making life a misery. It was a wonderful aid when Elinor used to have asthma attacks in the middle of the night when she was little.

  11. Amazing how the power of imagination can transform our perceptions. 🙂

  12. Margaret Mair

    I enjoy the warmth of this, on so many different levels. And isn’t that what poetry is about?

  13. Such a lovely story told there.
    I don’t comment or like very often, but I just want you to know, I love reading your blog. It is never angry or discouraged and that is such a rare, wonderful gift.

  14. It’s no small accomplishment to be a transformative presence in people’s lives, Cynthia. And you do it with such creativity, grace and kindness. ❤

  15. Lovely poem… simply lovely, Cynthia!

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