White Winters
Winters are too
white in Minnesota,
another color would be nice,
just for a season.
That garish spread of white,
glaring angrily like shattered glass
waiting to cut,
is so intimidating;
for us transplants especially.
A color not so blinding,
so invasive,
so stark,
one that doesn't demand your attention,
one that doesn't remind you
there is no escape.
Something with a touch of,
I don't know;
a nice beige?
A color to give the eyes a rest,
A color to give the spirit
A respite.
Although you know I am a huge fan of white...lol, I have never lived in a northern climate. You are a very good poet Cyndee. Simple, beautiful, impactful. Love it!
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