inhale
like a crisp autumn chill on the back of your throat
the sharp stab
the exhale like a wood stove
a cabin
a stoked fire
socks laid out to ward off insufficient boots
little cairns
my eyes are snow and ice
my warmth is blankets
fires and hugs
not the sun
summer means clouds of black bugs and sticky sweat
big hats and bright red skin
on snow white beluga whales
winter means magic
adventure and hope
Who did I think I was?
like a crisp autumn chill on the back of your throat
the sharp stab
the exhale like a wood stove
a cabin
a stoked fire
socks laid out to ward off insufficient boots
little cairns
my eyes are snow and ice
my warmth is blankets
fires and hugs
not the sun
summer means clouds of black bugs and sticky sweat
big hats and bright red skin
on snow white beluga whales
winter means magic
adventure and hope
Who did I think I was?
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