Winter has a way of making me long for spring and summer, when the weather is warmer and the outdoor activities are many. But rather than wishing it over, today I will celebrate the coldest season of the year here in Victoria. The winter sun looks on, and it is time to release a poem to honor the season. I hope you like it.
The blue hues above my head won’t deceive me,
The glass door swings shut behind me and
My mouth makes a beeline for
The black striped scarf hugging my neck.
My hands, from within the silky
Pockets of my fitted red jacket, are envious,
Only receiving a third of the protection they would
Get with the fuzzy gloves bundled in a
Box in the entranceway closet.
The wind fights for a taste of my neck,
But I won’t let it nibble,
Not even with my mind busy rotating cups of
Hot cocoa, lemon tea, and a marshmallow or two.
It’s a block to the car and the will outweighs the won’t,
An orange-and-gray runner trying to outpace its counterpart as
My feet within them long for the white wool slippers
Placed carefully beside the bed.
The trees I pass by are already resting, having shaken off
Many leaves while I curled up on the off-white couch
Close by the reading light, night after night.
Shivering now, I wonder if the trees are also ready for the sun to
Lay out a multi-color blanket under this blue sky.
©2017 Christy Birmingham