“At this season of the year, darkness is a more insistent thing than cold. The days are short as any dream.”
— E.B. White
We wear the gray
of winter like a heavy
coat, the long “a”
even sounds weighted
and tired, but January
exhales a thin air
after autumn’s bluster
thins the trees,
earth’s lungs, no wonder
in the leafless winter,
we find it so hard to breathe.
—C.L. Fisher, January 2022
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Poetic Meanderings 