Waiting for a Change in the Weather
black eyes flash rain drops streak the window pane tears smudge make-up
sparkle like diamonds there is a certain fear that lays waiting i want to run
until out of breath when hope fades death slips her arm around my shoulders
she reminds me /she is here she walks with me holds my hand
i gaze at her her long silk skirt brushes the floor her skirt is black
the color of her eyes sometimes when living is hard she pens her answer
she is the only hope she is certain she is faithful
the building is cold/empty your footsteps in the hall echo against the walls
decorated with neglect the day shifts the sun comes out
the weather is warm/indian summer is it winter yet a clown appears
rolls/tumbles/tickles makes us laugh to think the weather is warm
yet... it maybe winter everything is brown we wait for winter to reveal itself
to cover the world with fashionable winter white shift our mood the fire in the hearth
warms the house we snuggle under the covers post the letter
with black eyes shining we dream of spring wait for your response
November 13, 2016
2 comments:
Enjoyed exploring this form with you
Some cold goes even further than into the bones.
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