The Weather at Christmas

I have not been very inspired to write poetry lately. So I thought to try my hand at the "Beginnings" writing project (see badge below). I'm not so sure this poem makes any sense at all. I don't mind. Somehow, it says what I want it to say.

"The Weather at Christmas"

Is this how it always
starts, is this how a tempest
begins in the soul. Do you
already know, when first icy
flake falls, do you suspect
it will end in a whirl. Or are
you still curled against
the wind thinking you will
be the only one who
ever lived, braved the
day without knitting
a blue pair of mittens.





You can find me today, with the pastel above and a poem from InsideOut, over at...




"Pine in the Storm" in soft pastels, by L.L. Barkat.