Winter is fast approaching.
I have lived many years in Canada.
Yet, my hatred for this season
has not lessened in the slightest.
As always, when memories of winter
come rushing in, they bring along
the snow, the frost, and the ice.
Thoughts of how I will cope with them
this time spread throughout my mind.
Many times, I have tried—
hoping at least this year
I might sign a treaty of friendship
with winter, and live in peace.
But such thoughts vanish
the very moment winter
stretches out its arms around me.
Perhaps next year,
a union with it may happen.
Will it? As this thought grows,
this time I abandon
all intentions of making peace.
Instead, I prepare myself
for battle against it.
For decades, I have lived in Toronto.
Winters come.
Winters go.
And with them,
my anxieties about winter
come and go.
At those moments, I console myself,
saying, “Laws of nature cannot be changed.”
You may call this
my surrender to winter.
And I will not deny it.
* Illustration – AI
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