You are winter.
You are jingles playing through department store speakers and
My feet slipping through the frost on the drive and
You are the time turning, changing the sky
Changing me.
Now it’s dark when I wake
Dark long before I rest, stars already playing in the night sky
While I sit and work at the kitchen table,
While my roots grow auburn
and I get those last few inches in
before it is officially too late for me to get any taller.
You are winter, and I love you.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 5:25 AM UTC
You are winter.
You are jingles playing through department store speakers and
My feet slipping through the frost on the drive and
You are the time turning, changing the sky
Changing me.
Now it’s dark when I wake
Dark long before I rest, stars already playing in the night sky
While I sit and work at the kitchen table,
While my roots grow auburn
and I get those last few inches in
before it is officially too late for me to get any taller.
You are winter, and I love you.
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