Hometown

the nostalgia of a hometown put into words

1. My body is still waiting for the cold to set in,
   for the snow to fall and the ice to spread,
   but I'm caught up in a heavy November heat ...
   and its making my skin crawl and tangle in sweaty heaps.
   I'm used to the roads sparkling with the pretty blue tears of mother nature and the trees bending with the wind waiting for the serene chirp of birds who've left for winter-
   but all I have is sticky seated car rides and a thick breeze filled with the smell of Mexican food and an echo of 'howdy mister's.
   though I'm thousands of miles away, I can still feel the bitter kiss of 2 degree weather grazing the hairs on my arms, sending a chill to the deepest parts of me, making my teeth chatter and my thoughts freeze.
   never have I missed a white Christmas-
   with glowing lights and splintered wreathes-
   but this year I am, and it's weighing me down,
   I miss my sleepy, chilled, snow-grown hometown.

Author's Note

I recently moved from Maine to Texas and my mind is still processing it... how did you process my poetry? Please leave some constructive criticisms.

Reviews

[Jack]

I enjoyed reading your poem! I live in Maine and totally get the whole cold weather part. It must be really tough moving and going through such a big change.

I like the imagery and the last line.

[Amrita]

Moving to a new place is really a tough thing..! And the way you play with words in this creation reveal your emotions ..! Greatly composed ..