It's winter and it's holding fast. Perhaps beginning this poetry blog now is appropriate since there isn't really much of anything about the season I like. growing up in the sub-tropics and living and working along the equator for more than a decade has conditioned me to fair weather activities. I don't enjoy being outdoors in winter with my eyes burning cold and snot freezing on my upper lip.
I'm not too fond of being holed up indoors for so many months of the year either, but I'll stay put for a few more weeks. This beginning series of poems represents my aversion to the season, in all its stunning beauty and agony.
Rick Burnett Baker
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