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poetry by j matthew waters

what comes around


days getting longer
mid-morning colder than the day before
pedestrians walking briskly
hands stuffed inside pockets
inaudible words escaping into the air

breathe baby breathe
there’s never been a better time to be alive
everyone knows it can’t be
this cold for that much longer
here take my electric flannel blanket

it’s true we both know
the rains will again return like clockwork
washing away what remains
recalling strange familiarity
perhaps starting the final fateful season




january two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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4 thoughts on “what comes around

  1. Winter is here in Michigan now. Now we are waiting for Spring. A wonderful poem shared.

  2. That’s a really good poem 🙂

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