She sits beneath the apricot tree
Peppermint leaves spinning in her glass
The heat and colors of summer
Have finally arrived
But winter never seemed to leave
Cheerful pigments stain the season
All things that were once beautiful
Appear black and white
Hidden in shadow
Diagnosed in the spring
Treatment in the summer
Casket in the fall
All but one season ruined
I wish you too would love winter
Mother said
Hoping that I would feel its sharp teeth
Sink in my bare skin
And want more
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