winter’s grip —
remembering what it’s like
to be touched
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Jean LeBlanc
Jean LeBlanc taught college writing and literature for twenty-five years. Her most recent haiku collection is Nod if the Wind (Cyberwit, 2026). An artist as well as a poet, she explores the transformative power of imagery using collage, asemic writing, and other visual media. Her work can be seen on Facebook, Jean LeBlanc Poetry and Art.
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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.
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.