Don't Look Outside

The sun is warm upon my side, and it has
Set the room aflame. I cannot see out
Of the window, so I can pretend it isn't
Winter. Summer's come again. If I
Should turn, I'd see the snow, the river
Frozen over. If I looked up at the calendar,
I'd know that summer's far away, and, if
I moved out of the sun, I'd feel as I did
When I woke, and faced the air, and feared
That, like the river, I would freeze.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-09 at 00:19

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I like the hide-and-seek game the sun plays, and the pretending game about the season (summer/winter).

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
The back side of winter not quite as attractive as its front. I recall, as a boy, sitting with my back to a sunny winter day through a Window feeling the delicious heat and wondering how the ice and snow didnít melt.