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May 17
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irishjayne

A winter poem for spring

there's something wrong with
your internal heating system
because you whine about being freezing
when it's 60.
chills up and down your back
fingers tapping 
against jeans
yanking sleeves over
icy knuckles
a constant state of 
feverish frost.

something's wrong with
her external heating system 
a little 
uptight
maybe.
sort of
frigid
not entirely
open.

she comes as she is
she won't change herself
because she radiates winter and
it unnerves you.
she won't change herself
though you are spring
and she loves you.
she won't change herself
because she doesn't hate
the cold
and
she thinks snow is beautiful
and
the air in her lungs is frosty and full of life.

she is winter and it won't be warm until she wants it to be.


 
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She whispers the weather
to you in class
through clenched teeth.
Something about winter
and rain. 

You know how warm the sun
is and how summer rain
feels like a mild shower
but she doesn’t seem to notice
and pulls on extra jackets
and boots for outside.

You knew she was sensitive. 

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  1. Kyrridwen
    May 17, 2018

    I love this. Especially the second stanza. Absolutely beautiful. I've read it twice now because I enjoyed the whole thing so much. Thank you for sharing :)

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  1. irishjayne
    May 17, 2018

    Thanks so much! Went back and changed the thing that was contradictory, thanks for your advice!

    Courtney McDermott

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