Okay, enough already,
easily wishing things away -
the cold, Friday's working hours,
an insensitive word.
It's a futile misunderstanding of the world.
Snow I love.
I love the flake and flood of snow -
I love moonstone evergreens,
and shoveling and shoveling again.
Sun and stars shining on the ocean
are here in Minnesota
in sweet-heavenly sun on snow.
Yet cold is cold, without glory.
It is coats, boots, gloves, hat, scarf,
long underwear, sweaters, ear muffs,
on and off, on and off,
blah, blah, blah, gray-blurry gray,
and growing old in the United States.
Indeed. I'm wishing arctic air away,
magnifying what I like least.
Okay. Acceptance. Baby, bring it on!
I wish only to be here in Minnesota now.
I'm going out in the challenging c..c..cold.
Under all these layers
is a warm me.
Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia
All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
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