A mass of soft white flakes drift down kissing her nose and lips
I envy them
They wrap themselves around her and lay in her hair
I envy them
They will be part of daydreams as they rest on her eye lashes
I envy them
They are but temporary lovers melting away just as quickly as they came
They envy me
Bones dry as ice
heart is frostbitten
veins frozen
it’s been a long winter
ah, but now you’re melting
spring is coming
she could save you
she could set you free
she could dampen your bones
Take the chill out
Bring back your colors
Warm your interior
Starve off the winter
I dreaded this winter. It seemed to enslave me, making itself my enemy. I’m not usually this bitter about the season but this year I felt such contempt for the little flakes of white I could have screamed. It bruised me, bit me through my core, it made a mess of me and you know what? I’m glad. I’m glad I had this hateful winter enclose itself in my life. It makes me appreciate the coming of spring even more. It makes me feel resilient. And forgiving. I forgive you old man winter for sending shards of ice through my heart. I can hear it beating again. You did not destroy me.
Insensitive streaks of snowflakes slide down onto the sill.
They prolong my longing, test my patience and my will.
Slowly down the window they remind me it’s winter still
These chilly winter blues can’t be cured with any pill
She was like winter weeds, trying to survive in the midst of all the harshness and coldness of her surroundings. Knowing she would never be beloved like spring’s flower, she didn’t let that deter her from being seen. She was delicate but she wasn’t weak. And though she was not classified as a great beauty, in fact she was unfairly overlooked, she was lovely in an unordinary way. Tragedy piled on like snow heaped upon a garden but it could not mask her determination or her resilient spirit. She looked dead on the outside, but inside she was alive, courageously alive.
Photo and words by me
You are more magical than Spring’s waking breath, more beautiful than the colors of Autumn. And like the lakes in winter, I am left frozen in awe by your spirit. Your presence is like an unexpected Summer shower that drenched me in overwhelming feelings. I will love you day by day, season to season, now and forever more
I heard the winds of winter tap louder at my door, while autumn tried desperately to stay a little more. The leaves lay crisp beneath my feet no longer colored, but instead dying and decaying like my dreams. I pushed out the feel of winter from under my skin but in my heart I knew that autumn’s breath was fading. The sun set early, dusk came quick. November’s spell has already began to make me feel sick. I wondered how long it will make me suffer this year, and how I will bear it without you here.
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I was cold all day. Not the kind you experience from the weather or being in a cold room; it was a kind of cold that seems to be coming from inside of you; a shivering numbing cold that nothing can remedy. It was as if winter was inside of me. Mounts of snow were heaping up. Frost was latching onto my insides. I said I wanted to experience winter, but not like this. I didn’t want to turn to ice.
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