I have never been afraid of snow,
Not the first of the season nor the last.
Not even the storm.
Maybe our preoccupation with weather,
as Allison suggests, is really a diversionary tactic.
Maybe it’s a hug that holds off,
keeps the wolf from the door,
the secrets safe.
Maybe our winter fear is really cabin fever,
born of memories that crowd us.
written after reading Allison Adair’s “What We Should Really Be Afraid Of”