When Winter Comes to the South

When winter comes to the Southkatie-bundled-up

and the winds bristle your neck hair

as the cold of 50 degrees creeps up,

snatching you into misery with an icy grip,

when the sea becomes slightly uncomfortable,

but still swimmable.

When we conjure imagined icesicles

and every day bound to the window

to search for even a flake of snow

that might make our environ uninhabitable

our roads non-negotiable

and our homes warm bunkers against the coming blizzard.

About derekberry

Derek Berry is a novelist, poet, and student located in Charleston, SC.

Posted on November 25, 2013, in Charleston, Poems, Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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