Dedicated to a really great paragraph in Marilynne Robinson's, "Gilead".
lyrics
In the Summer I’d always forget
how long it would be cold and wet
but my mother would unload the chest
of old winter coats and vests
in the winter
we’d jar up the fruits and rice
we’d split wood and set traps for mice
and we’d frown when the air hinted cold
as if the hot nights had made us less bold
in the winter, we’d all be lost for a little while
in the mornings I’d walk all through town
when the Sun and shop gates were still down
and I’d wear layers and layers and more
and a knit mask so my cheeks stayed warm
I see you there rounding a bend
no air do your soft steps offend
and your skin looks so warm and bright
as if Winter were nowhere in sight
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