Sturm und drang. So throw me a donut.

Sunday, February 24, 2013


The season I don't have:
I miss the cold wind
the chilblains and frostbite,
snot frozen on my scarf and
scratching my face as I walk,
frisky dogs panting steam and
begging me to hurry up and stop taking pictures already!
And then there's the snow and ice
wiping out visible landmarks and creating
new vistas,
ephemeral and magical,
once seen and then gone,
and I never know how to make others understand
how much life there is when everything contracts and
waits for spring.
The deeper the cold,
the bluer the sky,
the deeper the snow and
the thicker the ice,
the more alive I feel.



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