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My first winter in a long time


by Brooke

Moving from Southern CA to New England is like moving from a virtually weatherless bubble to the real world. So I think about weather constantly. And maybe everyone else here does too, but I’m not used to thinking about weather constantly. So it feels like an obsession to me. And when I obsess about things, I tend to write poems about them.

Winter Weather Poem

It is winter
I wear hat, coat, boots everywhere
when it snows I am amazed
when it rains I am amazed
if anything falls from the sky

I am amazed
as I explain to my son why it happens
and the whole time I think is this really what happens and why?
I keep thinking this as I explain the cold of winter
the sun and its distance
the tilt of the planet

And I am amazed
as we wheel across space
on a giant sphere orbiting a gianter sphere
and my brain gets lost in the hugeness
and so I try to think small
coat, hat, boots
as we walk the block to school


I am a children's librarian. I have 2 kids. I have a professor for a husband. I obsess about writing and about making things.

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14 Responses

  1. G says:

    exactly what ebrown said.

  2. Deborah says:

    I am amazed that spring comes. Every year. Biggest miracle I have experienced. Every year.

  3. Mikelle Williams says:

    Beautiful! Though I wouldn’t expect anything less.

  4. Caroline says:

    I love how you go from such a small world of coats and hats to the hugeness of space and back to the coat and hats. Fantastic visuals.

  5. newt says:

    Deborah, me too. A miracle that never gets old!

  6. Eleanor J. says:

    Most people haven’t experienced winter unless they’ve lived in parts of Canada, where the temperatures can dip down to -50c with the wind chill factored in. I remember one year in Calgary, when the temperature was -45c and the wind was at 45 mph – wind chill was at -90, skin would freeze in 2 seconds! It makes one really appreciate spring and summer even though it’s for a total of about 4 months.

  7. Brooke says:

    Yes, I am thinking about the miracle of spring too. But when I am in the middle of a season, it’s hard to imagine that there will ever be anything else. I am baffled by the fact that six months ago we were suffocating in the heat and humidity of this place. And to think that will ever happen again seems impossible.

    Eleanor, I cannot even imagine that kind of winter. I realize that my experience right now (as many locals have informed me) is a mild winter so far. But it still blows me away.

  8. Two of Three says:

    Like your poetry very much. Moved from New England to Arizona several years ago. When they cry “Winter!” here , I say “Winter? Where?”!

  9. Jessawhy says:

    Like Two of Three, I’m in AZ, so it’s hard to imagine that winter means anything more than a long sleeved t-shirt.

    So, I am a little jealous. I would love to have a little snow (not too much, though).

    Great poem. I am amazed that you are so good at writing poetry! It’s so hard for me to do.
    Well done.

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  11. Rebecca says:

    Those last lines are brilliant. Love the image of the universe, then back to the tiny details. It’s very you Brooke, those tiny detailed things.

  12. kmillecam says:

    I miss the seasons in Michigan. Every fall here in AZ I crave crispy leaves, rusty colors, warm cinnamon donuts, apple cider at a cider mill. And football. Go Blue!

  13. Emma says:

    Love it. Beautifully said.

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