It's not really winter anymore.
Trucks bring oranges at my whim.
Airplanes take me south, then north again.
It's not really winter anymore.
I've never even owned a horse,
But have a decorative fireplace, of course.
It's more gentle and through a lens,
Allusions to other times, same land,
When cold and death walked hand in hand.
No, it's not winter anymore.
But there's a picture on the wall
With Grandma's home-knit winter shawl.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Winter's Gone
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I like this one. I feel the same way about winter. It is sad in a way.
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