Seasons
The trees in Pennsylvania
never seem to diminish.
They stand just as tall in summer green
as they do beneath a weight
of winter snow. I wish that I could say
the same goes for me,
but the winter breaks me --
chapping my lips and turning my skin
shades of purple and blue. It reminds me
I am small and weak.
A strong wind could bring me
to my knees. The only other thing
that has such an effect on me
is you.
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