Tuesday, December 11, 2007

I hate winter

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As the poet was standing in front of Notre Dame High School yesterday, waiting for his day as "visiting poet" to begin, he heard a young girl mutter against the unusually cold weather, her words becoming the opening line of this poem.

I hate winter

"I hate winter"
she said
then bowed her head
against the wind that would win
a chin to chin face-off.
biting and clawing at face and legs
and all to ready to hang on
as long as the apricot sun
lay low,
just watching.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

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