“Winter… would be cold without warm memories.” I wholly agree with Sanaa’s words—I doubt I’d be able to survive New York winters without piles of mind-heating books, crazy socks, and indecent amounts of ginger and passion flower tea… reminding my frozen bones that spring will be back soon.
“Bones Full of Winter”
Bones full of Winter’s darkness,
sparkling in chills.
Face pilfered by frosty bites,
no, not beaten, never that; just
hibernating within dark pink thoughts,
sipping April Showers by the glass half full,
filling the womb fertile,
burning the heart with ice,
brewing cold yesterdays into warm tomorrows.
Cradled in January’s arms, waiting…
a wee note…
– First published in 2013.
photo by Vincent Fournier