Winter is Not My Favorite

by Linda M. Crate

your winter
fell over me
a deadly nightshade

i rose from the dead
fashioning chaos a compliment
standing immortal of the flame

my feathers won’t again
be broken because
my wings were made for flight

won’t stop flying
to higher heights than you
could ever imagine

you always were a man who lacked
imagination along with mercy
locking me behind a gilded cage,

but no matter how ornamented
a lie is still a lie;
painful truths are more healing

i would’ve taken your ugliest roots
and still saw beauty
because i love people for who they are

yet you wouldn’t let me
you gave me distance and snow
for lovers—

winter has never been my
favorite season
i couldn’t remain buried beneath the snow.


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