Poetry by Lani T
It is very cold and wet.
“I’m going to freeze!” I fret.
The trek back to my car is so long.
Especially since this breeze is strong.
The biting cold seeps into my hands.
Quickly ruining all of my plans.
What I wouldn’t give to be bathed in warmth right now.
Some people like the cold, but I’m wondering how?
Is it that they just do not feel this cold?
Some even wear shorts, or so I am told.
I hurry my pace, seeking warmth in my car.
Remind me again why I had to park so far?
I make it inside and blast on the heat,
Waiting for warmth as I rest in my seat.
As I make my way home, all I think about is my bed.
Layered with comfy, warm blankets so such warmth can be spread.
Finally out of the cold, I let myself breathe.
Although the aggressive wind outside makes me seethe.
Whoever believes that Winter is great,
Has clearly never suffered through my fate.
And so I rest in my bed, all cozy and snug.
Wrapped up in my blankets like some odd, little bug.
Away from the cold, I did indeed flee.
It’s safe to say Winter is not for me.
Lani T is a 23 year-old writer from Sicklerville, NJ. She writes poetry, genre fiction, and zines. This is her fifth traditional publication, though she has self-published her own zines, and received a First Place Denise Gess Literary Award for Fiction as well. Her social media handle is @lanitwriting or find her at https://lanit593.wixsite.com/lanitwriting.
