As I crunch through
the remnants of the first snow fall,
careful to go slow
and not to slip –
As I feel the cold air
swallow me,
making me miserable inside –
the song of complaint
rises
raw and uncensored:
“I hate winter!”
Every ounce of my being
resists the cold.
Then a chuckle
rises within me
and passes over the
passionate resistance energy
consuming me.
I smile at my hubris
thinking I can resist weather
of all things.
And then I realize –
It is ALL weather.
Copyright@ Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2017
So True!
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Made me laugh to have the insight! 🙂
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