Last winter I was in love
In love with the snow and the icy roads
In love with hands holding mine for warmth
In love with loud music and kissing by trains racing by
In love with all of the black coffee that entailed
This winter is coming
The air is brisk- it rained last night
But the orange and yellow leaves still crowd the streets
And here I am again
Closing another show,
Saying goodbye to another character I have learned to love.
Winter is hurling itself towards me
And I’m in love again
With a different set of hands and a different type of music
I’ve begun drinking almond milk cappuccinos
My new rides home say I need the protein
My father is watching a football game and my mother is baking banana bread with raisins inside
And I’m outside for the sole purpose of writing a poem about winter
I know I know
For most, winter is an end.
And in a way it is,
But as per tradition,
Winter is a beginning.