gripping flocculent monochrome thoughts
like grass tuffs in summer
now willing their release,
i know not what will become of me.
coolness of springtime
wearing off inside my palms,
as deep down the warmth of earth corrects right side,
my defeated revered thumbs.
dark corners of the woodlands
my soul hinged upon true light,
sprites leading in delicate whisper
don’t go for fear of what might…
chase winter with abandon,
much yet to be loved
like melodic hums chasing snowflakes on tips of tongues.
so come old man winter
blazing frosted cool crisp air,
however I am treasured,
stripped tree my protector,
expose of me what you dare.