Closed within a wind-blasted shell,
My summer core beats still.
Weathered by the storms and gales,
My heart beats only as to fail.

The westerly winds come and shift
The sun so it drops to kiss
The horizon as it sets to rest a while,
And the rays curve upwards as a smile.

Golden-yellow street lamps sigh
Their smooth and mellow light
Over the streets and toward the sky
And I can feel this season slide.

Winds breathe air gentle as kindness,
Warmth meets earth in a tryst
And love has come to thaw the hardness
That has choked the land in its harness.

The gentle rustling of trees
Swaying gently in this
Sharp winter’s breeze.

Boughs shift and yield,
Fluid against
This vivid sky.

The streets painted white
By snow, and salt;
The two blend so well.

Sunlight falls in streams,
Not rays
These cold days.

Feet fall gently,
Through snow, over ice
Onto spring.

It’s kind of like I don’t really know myself anymore. Or I shouldn’t say that. It’s kind of like I don’t know anyone else anymore, and that I used to be nothing more than little bits and pieces of the people I knew.

This winter has come swiftly,
And windswept like the trees,
I wrap myself in tired coats
And hum myself songs I never wrote.

These hymns I sing alone
Remind me so of home,
Where you waited with arms outstretched,
And you were waiting for me.
And you were waiting for me.

And I’m terrified that somehow
I will forget that lonely sound,
That so strongly carries your memory
With everything you meant to me.

So I sing myself to sleep
And I whistle when I breathe,
And I am living our music,
Because I’m afraid to be without it.

And so she left me here
And she spoke as one would to a crying child,
“Remember just one thing my dear,
A sad smile is still always a smile.”

You were delicate hues
Of golds, scarlets, browns.
You fell through the air
Tracing the steps of winding stairs.

You danced through the
Streams of sunlight,
As I sat in the shapes
You cut out of darkness.

I breathed in, you breathed out
The trees laid bare
And below was covered
With the fallen signs of lovers.

Falling again, this time colder
All white, only white,
To settle over what was left,
And soon all was covered.