The Other Winter

One day I’ll have to leave
your house & venture
into blizzard–

love, we found each other
frozen in a field
of withered stalks

& each embrace since
has used up precious warmth.

We warm ourselves
& hold on tight
for the other winter to strike,

the day our thawing hearts
will freeze again.

James Croal Jackson (he/him) has a chapbook, The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017), and poems in Pacifica, Reservoir, and Rattle. He edits The Mantle Poetry. Currently, he works in the film industry in Pittsburgh, PA. His website:

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