Monday, February 20, 2012

slight grey


The dark of winter
becomes light grey
to slip through windows sealed
by November
who reminded me
to dance and laugh
sip my wine and look to May
But I sit still chilled
as February creeps in
circling feet first
then legs to nibble
fingertips as I desperate
smudge rather than remove a slight
grey soot from leaning into
light fading fire to
ember

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