At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about winter.
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“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” Albert Camus
Transcending Summer always smiles faintly as she leaves me, her lips suddenly thin and sharp, knowing I will grieve her warm embrace and the fruit of her lush kisses, leaving me to the inexorable prudery of the wasteland of winter's serge, better suited to vows of unbending monasticism, funereal finery of dark intonations, like spells that clang on hard, cold surfaces. Winter, ever impassive, never smiles at me, she is far too sensible for such frivol, always she has work to do, inexorably instilling us with her parsimonious agency, those short, cold, grey days when I feel most despondent, summer leaves a note of light an intimation that she is on her way. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️