
Painting Yourself Out of Winter
She’s painting a picture of a storm,
but dreaming of summer warmth.
I’ll add the sea, she said,
and some men mending
a rickety boat, and maybe
fish with razor-sharp teeth.
There was glittering frost, and always
more cold. I hate this weather, she said.
(c) Misky 2021
7 responses to “Painting Yourself Out of Winter”
What a blast, this one!
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Thank you! ❤️
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Your hatred of all that is cold shines through this one, loud and clear!
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❤️😂👍🏻
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😂
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I really like the way the title frames this poem 🙂
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David
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Thank you! ❤️
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