In Flint, Michigan, we recently had our first snowfall for the season. This has gotten me in the mood to share some winter-themed poems & prose.
Winter always makes me feel melancholy and forlorn. The first major loss in my life happened over Christmas break 1996 when my grandpa Harold passed away. I took that loss very hard. I was only 12 and didn't really understand death, like I do now, as you see with the poem about my step-grandmother Karen below. Winter is also the time when I would have a seasonal depression (which has now shifted to summer depression, thanks Latuda!).
Anyway, I am sharing with you today three poems and a prose.