She sits carelessly at the edge
of my weakened eyes.
I know what she wants.
I know what she needs.
She flits in and out of our
lives, carrying a depth we
cannot understand.
One day, she’s showering snow,
the next, she’s spitting rain down
on us and I am ready for her to
make up her mind.
I step outside to a burst of
cold air that wraps me up
instantly and settles in every
agile joint and I wince.
I layer up to deal with the
bitterness of her breath; my head
is completely covered.
My arms are flailing in protest.
What will the rest of this day bring?
It is half-past 10 in the morning;
the thermostat hasn’t budged.
I sneak back inside from a
dreaded walk, douse my hands
in warm water and soap,
and, crawl under the comfort
of a thick blanket.
The other day, she blew a bit of
sun in our direction, falsifying
her presence.
I thought for sure, she’d
nestle up in my corner
and bank in on consistency.
I was wrong.
I talk to Winter. I tell her
how much I love her,
how much I appreciate her
yearly appearance, but we
have our disagreements.
I’m willing to acknowledge them
if she’s willing to be an adult
about her wishy-washy ways.
It is a quarter to 2 and the
afternoon is lingering on,
teasing me with her
physique. I’ve decided I’m
done being a toy for Winter.
She can run those
mind games on someone
else.
Originally published in P. S. I Love You via Medium.
A Cornered Gurl 
Okay where is my heated blanket. LOL
Great one!
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Haha! Girl . . .
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I had to write about an earlier poem too that has comments closed: Stop Using Love. I found that poem so true. Since I moved to America I noticed the use of ‘love’ or ‘love you’ and how different it was to Europe and other countries. I expect now they’ve caught up and are the same. But it struck me then, how insincerely it could be used (not always) and how that cheapened the word. My first step mom used to hardly ever say it for that reason. I do believe we are flippant in our use. I swore I never would be but I HAVE said love you to those I don’t strictly speaking love. I try to be mindful. It is hard. This says it all about why it matters, what it is, and how we are. I wish others considered the importance of things like this, because they’re why we sometimes feel things aren’t real or sincere.
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The way you create a person out of Winter is so real to me – and just makes me yearn for her ever more.
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Thank you! This was really fun to write.
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You are a rare thing, a true writer.
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💙
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A fun read. We have had one day of snow and that’s it. The weather goddess does what she does.
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Haha. You definitely cannot predict what’s going to happen with the weather. That’s for sure.
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A new way to look at winter. I love it.
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Thank you, Peggy!
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This is so lovely beautiful to read 🙂
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Thank you, Pragal! I truly appreciate that.
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My pleasure truly.
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Fantastic!
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Thank you, Petru!
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This makes me want to reach for the comfort blanket!
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Haha. I hear you, Peter!
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