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By Vivian Mata
Vivian Mata is a first year English and Philosophy double major at UC Berkeley. She has written for local central valley zines of all sorts and worked alongside the Emerging Artist Alliance of Monterey County. More of Vivian’s poetry can be found on her Blog Spot @vivianmatapoems.blogspot.com
I wish I wasn’t like the cold air and early dark night which everyone avoids
the cold air is uncomfortable
the early dark night makes determination sleepy
the cold air starts to wish rainfall, now everyone is cold and mad
the early dark night quiets the streets even on the most vibrant weeks
I wish I wasn’t like the winter time, a deadline and often avoided
sometimes favored for the joy I bring to others but forgotten when I make things hard
if only I were like the autumn days
but still I find autumn to be depressing
with the months starting at a high just to greet an inevitable demise
I could be more than a season but it’s understood when I say I’m not a summer night
summer night is often filled with chaotic comfort and ocean breeze
a relief it must be, to be summer
my birthday falls in spring but spring has too high of expectations
summer is amidst and the ambitions are beginning their resting period
spring is unattached
I couldn’t be spring and so we are back in winter
where the days feel short and still a long way ahead
you can’t be winter it’s too difficult, bitter to its taste
because everyone blames their madness on this hectic season
taking it out on the snow fall for their divorce and frequent tardiness
winter is attacked, loved for a week, reminisced, forgotten, and then after a while
winter is craved.
