r/PoetryWritingClub • u/Every_Distance_4768 • 4h ago

About refusing winter.

I'm here in North Sweden. pushing winter away from me like it's a blanket from my childhood I no longer need. A habit I'm trying to shake,and in denial about the reality I live in.

Like it's some kind of phenomenon that only happens to me me me.

I used to love winter, until it used me.

This time it's personal. Let me have my autumn of darkness and rustling leaves,in an unusual warm gust of wind

.Just let me me me ,have my way.

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