Pretty girl. The weather has knocked her down again
and given her to the lake to wear as a skin.

Why am I always being the weather?
There were days in the winter
when her smile was so lovely I felt
the breathing of my own goodness,

though it remained fetal and separate.
I was a scavenger who survives

..........

~ Catie Rosemurgy

www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54038/winter-in-gold-river


HBM ye all and have a great week & Best wishes