things to love about winter... ?

I've decided I no longer love anything about winter. Except that it ends and then it's spring and sunny and "everyone's in love and the flowers pick themselves...." January and her single digits can fuck off. Excuse me, for that.

I guess one good thing about winter is that it makes going on vacation that much more exciting. This weekend...

Until then I am surviving by binging on chocolate and reading wonderful poems and making feeble attempts to write my own.

Here's a poem from Jeffrey McDaniel, one of the first contemporary poets I discovered and fell in love with while I was still in high school:

"The Secret"

When you were sleeping on the sofa
I put my ear to your ear and listened
to the echo of your dreams.

That is the ocean I want to dive in,
merge with the bright fish,
plankton and pirate ships.

I walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you
and ask them the questions I would ask you.

Can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke
rising from a chimney?
Can I swing like Tarzan in the jungle of your breathing?

I don't wish I was in your arms,
I just wish I was peddling a bicycle
toward your arms.