POEMS The seasons.

WINTER 2022

I’ve spoken about the winter.

How it embraces me. The cool freezing cuts of it make me feel warm.

Winter cold is what I truly may be deep down inside.

I recently had a dream that it was snowing and I knew.

That feeling will never go away.

I knew.

Some seek the warm embrace of a loved one.

I never seem to get that warmth from anyone.

The cold has always kept me company. 

Standing there - legs, arms, feet, hands, and face exposed to the coldest winter day yet the warmest I felt all year.

It’s when I feel at my most powerful.

WHAT SHE WANTS

The flowers to bloom

The leaves to fall

The cold to freeze

The smiles and florescent colors 

In the background 

Making everything shine

The crispy noise

When taking a walk

The humid mist set like silk over her cheekbones and shoulders

Knowing she’s not the one to fall

Feeling the cold in her lungs

But the warmth around

The still of time as flakes drop

She’s not alone - never was.

INSIDE BUT LOOKING OUT

The soul is free to roam

It leaves but is always there

The body rests but the fire within

Is so much more

A homebody, but is always out

Craving life

While living life

It always ends in August - For she is new again in November.

BREAKING RECORD

And just like the snow in Colorado in 2021

Breaking record

The hesitation

His hesitation

Yet again

Breaking record

I’ll seek the cold’s comfort 

But what happens when they are both the same one?