I have never loved winter. The truth is I have hated her most of my life, I say her because she feels like a cold b*tch. Sorry warm fuzzy lady friends but winter to me has been a bitter woman with a barren womb… a frustrated old spinster that has never shared an orgasm. She is an ugly gray witch with a huge wart on the end of her nose, or maybe it’s a mole…
Today however I have decided not to hate her. I actually made the decision yesterday but just now got around to sharing my ‘come to meeting’ with Mother Nature. You see we have been experiencing some warm sunny days in this part of Texas, warm enough to spark a storm (lord forgive me I do love a storm) and it was that very tempest that let me see the heart of winter.
I saw her weakness in the barren branches
Her sorrow in the ashen sky
Her longing for an absent lover
As lonely as the winter rye
The Real Janna Hill 
Wow! those are amazing photographs. Your words made me rethink my ever present hate for the winters here in New York. Maybe I should walk around my town too. I hate how locked up I feel because I dare not venture out in this freezing weather. 😦
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Yes Amba, look up and re-think your position on winter. New York? Bless your heart. Maybe you can walk around in the photographs 😉
Thank you.
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I’m in New York too. The snow has melted. Sniff sniff…I am single…I am WINTER! 😉
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Seriously lmao 🙂 I have learned to love you. You minus the wart. You don’t have a wart do you? 😦
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Hahaha…no, I did grow a single, long white eyebrow hair recently though!
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Hairs are manageable while warts are… Well I haven’t learned to love them yet. My mother once had a stray hair like that and it poked her in the eye every time she blinked. Now she just sits staring wide-eyed.
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OMG! I hope I’m supposed to be lmao! Otherwise it’s very inappropriate for me to be laughing at your mom’s misfortune! I plucked the bastard. hee hee hee
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Go ahead and laugh at mother’s expense. I do it all the time. I’m doing it right now and slightly peed my pants. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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OHHHH MYYYY GOOOD LOOORD! hahahahaha
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I know! Well I have to go shower now and give mom a call. I’ll tell her about the plucking. Heck I might even do it for her. 😉
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Lovely poem and photos! I would like to go through 1 winter season ( just 1) to see, smell and feel what it’s like…and then return to my nice warm fuzzy home. Your photos make winter look fun…
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Wow. Thank you for giving me a reality check. 🙂 Yes everyone should experience winter even if they come away despising her.
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Oh I must add: “Winter is a dish best served cold” 🙂
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Beautiful photos and poem, Janna. You’ve shown her beauty here…sometimes you just have to stay inside to see it. 🙂
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Thank you. I was hoping to end on a pleasant note and not have mother nature thump my noggin. 🙂
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