Even the grass
seems to disbelieve
the calendar, greening
around the porch.
And the fruit fly
in the window.
And the sun,
though low,
floods the rooms,
the heart.
As if winter
has forgotten us.
I feel myself
softening.
As if the cold
will never come.
So much better than a weather report. Most poignant, for sure. The “feel myself softening” line though, combines so nicely the internal and external weather.
That same, “I feel myself/softening,” struck me because it’s the opposite of my reaction—I soften during winter, not in the waiting for it. I do definitely feel, fear “the cold/will never come.” And we’re not alone. Even Nature is believing winter ain’t arrivin’.
My tele skis are in a dark corner of my closet, whimpering until I take them out to play.
Love love love this piece!
wow, thanks Jennifer.