winter’s grip —
remembering what it’s like
to be touched
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Jean LeBlanc
Jean LeBlanc is a poet, artist, and teacher in Newton, New Jersey. She teaches writing and literature at Sussex County Community College. Her collections of short-form poetry include The Opposite of Bird (Cyberwit, 2015) and The Haiku Aesthetic: Short Form Poetry as a Study in Craft (Cyberwit, 2013).
In her blog, www.jeanleblancpoetry.blogspot.com, she contemplates the role of art and poetry in our weird, mixed-up world.
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It sends a shiver.
Very good! Jean. Thanks for writing this!
Vivid.
Remembering 'winters grip' and driving home in the rain yesterday I was inspired…
Blossom announces
springs welcome return, undimmed
dripping with cold rain.
This makes me think of a person looking back on a relationship that has gone as if it were Summer and now it is winter. Maybe a cruel winter. But the seasonal reference also implies hope.