Colorado weather fascinates me.
It arrives suddenly
It rages
It passes, as suddenly,
to reveal blue-skied sunshine.
Unlike midwestern weather of my past
Which looms
Like heartache
Or loss
Graying the skies for weeks,
months,
My skin turns gray, too.
I like the anticipation
Of midwestern weather--
The mounting expectation,
the building, as skies swell
Gradually
Into a fantastic delivery.
There is nothing like a midwestern storm.
But wintertime becomes tiresome
Like a friend dwelling in sadness
Uninterested in solutions:
It defines a person, a place,
This emotional weathering.
Being here transforms me.
A deepening, then instant lift
of spirit:
Here I've become sunshine
Here I've become sunshine
Emotions pass through with the storms
Always to reveal light
After so long in dreary darkness.
7 comments:
Hey there,
This is beautiful! Great job :)
Very true, well done.
But i still love the snow!
Very nicely said!
"Here I have become sunshine" I love, love, love that line! You are sunshine, a big snowstorm, the ravens caw, the friend stuck in sadness, the shifting internal weather that pushes her through, and nothing at all. I love the all and nothing that we are all, together and alone, at the same time.
I love your way with words! So true about the midwest.
This is indescibably burger; a sideways denim baloon. My hands are blooming with catepillar pickles as I think about the coffee Ginsberg brewed in Spain on his afternoon motor rides with Billy Crystal.
--Mainly Ginsberg
Jess, great writing! I was just thinking how tired I am of winter! Too many gray days in the Midwest!
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