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Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Worn Thin

This winter, with it's unrelenting grey and snow and ice and cold, is eating away at my reserves, leaving me thin like a half-starved hibernating bear.

Some years winter is a metaphor for loss
and some years winter is an ice mirror
holding up for close inspection
the losses
that pile up
and layer
one 
on
top
of 
the
other
until

an ice storm loads the trees
and CRACKS the branches
which snap
and drop to the ground
lifelessly
as the 
grey
won't
stop

I detest winter
both as metaphor
and as reflectant

I curl inward into my own warmth
eyes closed
reaching deep for summer
and heat

this winter might shatter me yet

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