Poetry by Luke Nadeau
I am a child of the North,
At the first signs of fall,
It’s like a switch flips,
I’m eager
And by the time those soft, white flakes fall to the ground,
My heart grows tenfold
My skin readily turns pink in that winter chill,
Curious,
That my face should flush the color of spring buds.
When the warmth of longer days is long forgotten,
I recall playing in the snow as a kid,
Making snow angels, snow men,
Doing cartwheels in the snow in my bathing suit,
Then jumping right back into my friend’s hot tub,
But somehow,
In the theater of my mind,
I am not cold
My chest, rather, is warm,
I find solace in these snippets of my past,
Where the biting chill of winter cannot reach me
I wrap myself in the coat of my memories,
Let the scarf of tethered dreams wrap around me,
Keep me safe
With any luck,
I shall never freeze
Luke Nadeau is a student studying Creative Writing at Anoka-Ramsey Community College living in Minneapolis, Minnesota. When they aren’t putting pen to paper, or hands to keyboard, they are trying desperately to find their next big CD.
