a new poem about how happy winter makes me
I hope you can hear the sarcasm in the title of this blog post. Not much about winter makes me happy. I do love the snow, but only while it’s falling. It’s not a very practical affection. Here’s a new poem:
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I started off writing about yesterday’s obnoxious temperatures. At the risk of offending every branch on my hardy New England family tree, I am not built for winter, and I am really struggling with it. And of course, the poem is about more than just weather complaints. It is also about people trying to cheer me up about winter (I love you all, anyway!). It is also about relationships. Try to act surprised.
Since it’s an early draft, I’m only partially sure where it’s really going, and I’m not sure the dream in the middle of it works at all. Even for me (and I wrote it), it’s only loosely connected. And the connection is only thematic. Usually when I make leaps like that, I connect them with related images.