Wool Snowpants on a Clothesline*
Apr. 29th, 2026 04:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
michaelboyIn March, the snows didn't last long
yet there is a part of me that grieves
this ending, in the turn of another year
while folks say they are sick of this
(cold white, unforgiving weather)
I know all I can do is remember my
rubber boots with the metal buckles
that froze to ice with the packed snow
and the way outside light looked purple
in the basement windows, from the inside
but I will never go back there again
Sometimes, the hardest experiences
of letting go and the biggest losses,
remind our weakness to take a breath
and then another, to recognize its strength
* Proof, that I am old as dirt
yet there is a part of me that grieves
this ending, in the turn of another year
while folks say they are sick of this
(cold white, unforgiving weather)
I know all I can do is remember my
rubber boots with the metal buckles
that froze to ice with the packed snow
and the way outside light looked purple
in the basement windows, from the inside
but I will never go back there again
Sometimes, the hardest experiences
of letting go and the biggest losses,
remind our weakness to take a breath
and then another, to recognize its strength
* Proof, that I am old as dirt
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Date: 2026-04-30 12:45 pm (UTC)