Growing up in Texas I always dreamed of truly icy winters with regular snowfall. My Bostonian husband truly does not understand my love of winter and bare trees and snow. I think your poem captures some of what enchants me. I never intended to settle in New England for life, but now I'm not sure I can go back. I miss my family and my childhood home; but now I know that if I went back to Texas I would desperately miss New England winters-- something I never thought possible when I first moved to Massachusetts 25 years ago.
I love this--the phrasing--tripping into the new year. It does feel that way. We do have flowers here in the Bay Area, the tulip magnolias start blooming. I've never lived in a place that really had a whole winter and I feel like I missed something, though I'd probably coming running home after a couple of days.
Growing up in Texas I always dreamed of truly icy winters with regular snowfall. My Bostonian husband truly does not understand my love of winter and bare trees and snow. I think your poem captures some of what enchants me. I never intended to settle in New England for life, but now I'm not sure I can go back. I miss my family and my childhood home; but now I know that if I went back to Texas I would desperately miss New England winters-- something I never thought possible when I first moved to Massachusetts 25 years ago.
Ooh--I really like this. There is a crispness to the stanzas and the words that feels like the snap of ice (if that makes sense).
I love this--the phrasing--tripping into the new year. It does feel that way. We do have flowers here in the Bay Area, the tulip magnolias start blooming. I've never lived in a place that really had a whole winter and I feel like I missed something, though I'd probably coming running home after a couple of days.