Image by The light is pale and cold-- the sun is indisposed. Trees are still, road is frozen-- nothing moves after the arctic blast. Except time-- its untiring motion. marching day and night, already taking one month away. I can make frozen tofu by opening the window. I can find excuse for my accent-- a seasonal icy tongue. I was told to think of the spring not far away, the winter discontent worthy of groaning, the human endurance demanding our praise. But my mind has better dreams than that-- A bowl of wonton noodle soup, steaming hot, bursting in flavor, chewy in texture. My definition of winter.
It’s So Cold
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Haoyan Do 
Oh, this was such a beautiful and delightful poem! I really enjoyed it.
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Thank you. That’s so sweet of you to say that.
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“I can find excuse for my accent–
a seasonal icy tongue.” Very creative lines. Beautiful poem. And keep on defining life with subtle joys. 🙂
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Thank you. I am not very apologizing at all, but I just think it is a polite thing to do. Well…how much I sacrifice to etiquette.
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I remember eating so much soupy ramen and similar foods during winter too. It’s the best way to stay warm and cosy.
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Haha, yes, me too. I really love a bowl of hot noodle soup for a winter day. It was so cold for the past few days.
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Yes, I heard it’s extremely cold at the moment.
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Yes, it is so cold and then it jumps back to 56F again. It is a roller coaster weather…
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The weather these days has been so extreme that I’m scared for the future.
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Oo, how lovely to read a poem by you that truly encompasses a landscape of feeling and imagery! ❤
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Thank you. I don’t know how to rhyme or do metrics or things like that. And my sense of the language is always off. LOL. I tried not to do poem, but still attracted to it…
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