Winter Is In Us
winter is in us
in our bones
our burning hearts
desire warmer days
it is in us
like cold fever
like dry language
sweating
spelling
poems left over
after the storm
about the
fall equinox
deep freeze
slippery sidewalk
blowing snow
winter is in us
in our bones
our yearning
for warmer days
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I haven't been prolific with posting this month but I'm not worried. I completed two short stories so the bulk of my energy went there. I am taking a teeny breather, reading a little bit and mulling over a new story idea/character that's nagging. There's no first line or title yet, just her name. I look forward to my next adventure.
We are getting another dose of winter this evening and possibly another on Friday. Hello Spring? In like a lion, yes? So, a wee poem about the longing for warmer days ahead.
Post again soon.
In propinquity,
Nic
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