F*****g Weather

On days like today I miss my Island.
Rain that turns into ice that turns into snow.
Winds that freeze your bones and often your soul.

I miss the sun burning my pale cheeks.
I miss the sudden afternoon showers lifting fog.
Smell of dirt and rain coming into my Grandpa's porch.

I miss the smiles and unsolicited hugs.
I miss the blessings and the prayers for lost things.
Warmth of hearts covering your sweaty skin.

On days like this I curse this forsaken place.
But then I remember how my son never wears a coat
And how my daughter smiles when it snows.

Then I remember the hearts that lifted me up
With their cold hands and my love with his warm chest.
Even frozen places where plants die can be called home.

Reviews

[PhoenixDown]

Powerful imagery...
As a visual person,
I appreciate works like this, dearly.
Something that can take my mind from lush greenery
to snowy places & talk about so much more is usually a winner in my book. The title alone... this piece is difficult *not* to like. Well done, writer.

[Mari R-J]

Thanks! You give good feedback