Waiting for Winter

A Poem

Maybe it’s just that I’m waiting for winter

it’s November and you see, it’s 75 degrees and here I am in obsessive anticipation

looking out the window, waiting, still waiting, it’s too bright, too bright, and

my body knows that it is time for something to hurry up and freeze

to get still, to slow down, to exist in a bit more darkness

this constant sun shines and makes everything go and so we go go go too much, we do too much,

my brain and my head and my thoughts and my mind could use a change in seasons, a long winter,

a harsh winter, a cold front, a blizzard that stops them all in their tracks

for days or months, and gives me a mini-cyrogenic-esque break from this thing inside me

that is waiting, that is dreading, that is tired, that is seeking a friend in the silence that is a winter day, dark to start, dark to end,

the beauty of the snow falling is peace, is meditation, is a blessing that heals and that

draws the attention to mittens and hats and blankets and tea and away from the constant striving of warmth, the incessant glare of the sun,

away from the constant striving of the mind and the thoughts, the incessant glare of the cycle of ego and self.

Jenny Justice is a poet mom who longs to bring poetry to life in ways that spark empathy, connection, joy, and feeling. She loves writing love poems, climate change awareness poems, poems for kids, and of course, poems about poetry and poets. You can follow her on Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer. You can support her on Patreon. You can follow her poetry at Justice Poetic.