The first winter night always comes suddenly and with no remorse.
Showing us just how unwavering it plans to be.
She comes with a greeting, fierce and true,
showing her changed self year after year
always getting more clever.
The cold snaps over the town and your brain
and you can't remember another single thing.
The winter nights come fast and stay long,
giving us time to reflect and grow.
We've become so accustomed to our solid structures
that we don't make a fuss when the harshness comes,
instead,
we retreat to be with ourselves without nature.
In our boxes,
insulated wooden walls,
we close up shop and say if you can survive then I can too.
Pay attention to nature from our windows view,
and everyone just might learn a thing or two
and we all won't feel bad because nature always survives too.
So take a deep breath
because winter is seeping through the door
there's no getting out of it
not now not ever.
For she hears the whispers
about her all year long and
refuses to let anyone tell her how she's going to be.
Fierce and true the first winter night sneaks in
as a surprise to us all.
Feminism Redefined
