COLD WIND?:

 

A day that started dark lifts with decision to let 

the light in. ‘Layers’ is the fashion in the fields 

between Winter & Spring. The winds carry knives for 

ill prepared stragglers, imagining they can ‘think’

themselves warm in skimpy & shades.Standing still 

is a brutal pass time, as the dedicated & mad gather

in the fields, exposed. Cold creeps up, legs like wicks

draw damp into the bones. Flasks of hot stuff, three layers 

of everything & laughter. Smiles between friends re-united 

in the fellowship of the touch-line. Familiar looks, relief 

& pride when the final score tells stories of determination, 

collaboration & skill. The beautiful game played against

odds in a cruel wind that taunts us to give up, but, of course

we never do. 

What a fabulous way to start a day.

 

(K)