Why not winter

“Some days it is simple…” ~ Deryn Rees-Jones

Other days, it is work to remain
in the dark without thinking of how much
more you love yellow. You slip

the pins from your hair
and the sweater from your shoulders,
wondering when this difficult love

will leave you alone—
And sometimes it is tempting
to say Oh let the whole earth wither

and never begin again;
let the spoon and the fork scrape
to the bottom of the bowl and come up

with nothing. On the hills,
only the ghosts of shrubs dressed
in milky fog; nothing more

than bread rinds in the cupboard.
When you gave, you held nothing back.
They looked under your tongue

but you knew about all or nothing—
And no one asked what it cost, or if
you ever went hungry at all.

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