It's cold. We all agree on that.
The sky even looks cold. It's
Giving me an icy stare when
I cast my gaze at its horizon.
Over my right shoulder, I feel
Heat, warming my ear. I turn
To see the blinding low-lying
Sun, the culprit, and the hero
Of my tale. It has cut through
Reaching me mid-crossing, a
Cozy embrace, so unexpected
But so very welcome today.
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Winds and rain
Straining for the sun and
Beaten down by winds or
Rain-soaked, tulips wonder
If they came up too soon.
My jacket, less than I need,
Makes me nod at this real
Concern. When the summer
Heats us beyond reason
Will we feel the winds and
Rain, miss the comfort of
Our discomfort, yearn for
Yesterday's wintry spring
A deep freeze
It's not news to anyone who's been
Out today, it's cold out -profoundly
So. My skin has just begun to thaw
In the warmth of a very comfortable
Room. It tingles, itchy, smarting as
It warms up, unsure that it is OK to
Relax or ease into the temperature
In which there is no pain, sitting in
Short sleeves, happily feeling air
Not layers of clothing swaddling
Me against whipping winds and
Egregious chills. I am lighter on my
Own outside the winter jackets, the
Protections through which gales
Force themselves, against my will.
Tamara, really 