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the frigid she

driving in to work today was sort of like being delirious.  i’m not the biggest fan of winter, cold weather, or freezing my toes and/or nipples off.  i’m a Southern California kind of girl, and still think of winter as something rainy and foggy, with an added inconvenience of sweatshirts and actually having to wear socks for a change.

last night was the first snow of the year, and it DUMPED on us.  (pictures coming later this evening)  we must have gotten six inches or so, and despite the reality of this snow coming with COLD, it was quite beautiful this morning.

the trees lining the road were all dripping with white, little leaves or berries poking their heads out of the mush.  familiar, mundane streets sparkled in the sun covered in a dusting of diamonds.  and the Michigan sky – usually a flat blanket of grey overcast – was a bright cheery blue, making me forget that winter is evil, and almost convincing me that this season has some value and merit.

of course, we’ll see how i feel in february…

but for now, it’s beautiful.

behind my back

behind my back she works away

getting ready for my demise

she eats the apple and sets the trap

and watches through wicked eyes

her left hand fills my easter basket

her right hand digs my grave

with crooked smile and tender touch

she makes me her little slave

she looks in the mirror to set her hair

she needs to look just so

with hood pulled over a vacant face

she marches me through the snow

and as the hours whittle away

the birds call me outside

showing me where to run and fly

helping me now, to hide

but the altar’s ready and the time is near

and i lay my neck on the stone

a little poppet that’s all used up

a dolly that can never go home.

4.19.2010

denelle hobbs