Bio Note: I am a retired psychiatrist in my late 80’s living in Brookline, MA. I am passionate about poetry, music and running. My poetry book, “Driftwood” was recently published by Kelsay Press. In addition, my poems have been published in Scissortail Quarterly and Sweetycat Press, as well as online sites.
A Cool Boston Run
Sun is out, air is crisp, ice on the pond, New England picture postcard as tourists walk the commons and some seek the way to Fenway wearing their favorite baseball club hats. I choose to run on a moderately cold Boston winter day. When younger I hungered for the hills where I skied on fresh snow or skated on sparkling ice. Now, a run suits me, the essence of wintry cool.
The Polar Vortex
The polar vortex A winter visitor Blankets us with Snow and ice Grew up in the cold Left for warmer climes But the vortex Kept returning Each winter I kept returning To colder climes No escape Weather is A state of mind
©2023 Henry Wolstat
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