The Intimacy of Winter
I have known winter
Intimately,
the way it creeps up
quietly while I am sleeping
and lays its silence not in white
like you might expect
but in strokes of pale
blue.
In the mornings,
Just after, when I have no choice
but to walk and the air
freezes the very words
that feel as jagged
as the arm of a snowflake,
I listen to my breath,
the way it lingers
on the weightlessness
of the silence,
the way it hangs
in the cold air briefly
before it drifts away.
Cristina Trapani-Scott finds poetry in the mundane. Her poems have appeared in Hip Mama Magazine and the Paterson Literary Review, among others. Her first book of poems, The Persistence of a Bathing Suit was published in 2017 and can be found locally at Western Stars Gallery & Studio.
Cristina Trapani-Scott is an award-winning journalist and author who covered small-town life in Southeast Michigan for more than a decade. She moved to Lyons in 2017 with her husband, daughter and their dogs. A creative at heart, she finds inspiration in her daily walks around town.
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your poem is almost like a “dream of a snow fall”… // also it made me pause… yes, on a brisk winter walk in the snow you are more aware… hear your breath more than probably any other time….
Thank you, Kathleen!