Woman, it's snowing.
Not the season to sit on the edge
and an umbrella is not a weapon to carry
to save you from the bitter cold.
A precipice is not the place where you brood
over the calamitous things that wreck the lives
amidst the hefty cliffs that lead to a fall.
Brood over the easy, downy flakes
that drift with the winter wind.
Think of the warmest coffee mugs
that elevate the spirits to the height of the gods.
Woman of the summer, you know not the perils
of a snowstorm.
The frost can kill,
the wind can chill
to the bones if you do not understand,
a view of the winter snow
beautiful though
can be a lethal blow
if you linger
on the
edge of the cliff too long.

Sushama Karnik
Dec 12, 2016

Originally shared by dora chiabov

Woman
It's snowing..

Giuseppe de Nittis (1846-1884)
"Effetto di neve" (1880)
(Pinacoteca de Nittis, Barletta, Italia)

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