Winter is the inspiration behind melancholic ballads and heavyhearted lyrics. I’m a sucker for wintery emo songs sung by crooning sensitive white boys. As much as I love Caetano Veloso, Rufus Thomas, and the Dream, I have to give a little internet high five to my fair-skinned brothas.
and by the biggest white boy crooner of all time: my fave, poet Mr. Richard Howard
Manners of this time this place
Weather grows accustomed, space
more or less free
To take whatever shape you left
in the soft air,
Memories of the eyeball fixed
but not forced there.
It is an anyhow world
I wander, run
Now to such days, corroding, cold
for the season
But never too white for spring.