I’ve been skeptical about winter, especially when it gets to the single digits. Then I realized the seasons are like introverts and extroverts. Summer, definitely an extrovert. But winter? Winter is an introvert. So I will forgive her if she needs her space.
Winter is an introvert
Winter is an introvert
She sent me a postcard last year,
but when I went to call on her
I peered through her ice-covered
windows to the swirling glow inside
Fresh snow sparkled atop pillows around her
as she read a memoir about summer
in her fur-lined robe
a silk silver turban atop her head,
and I saw she was perfectly content
in her own company
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