winter chill

Yesterday

winter coughed its final dying breath, I think

on worn-down heels  and amended determinations

 

Had I not been dragging old news

down the hill and around

the corner

I would’ve missed it

 

That small bit of

impudence -- one last

orchestrated

                             gesundheit

as though to settle the argument

 

And he left me, you know

as I held in my palm pieces I was sure

      would never fit anyway

   like slivers of mica in the dark; a crown upon my head

 

And

                      I.Laughed.Instead.

 

Curious that.

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

another gem....i've given up trying to decipher my moods and their cryptic turnings, even though as a casual observer of them I have to wonder from where they come and how they calculate the time they should spend in my soul...you are right to laugh.....what else can we do

[J]

and for you, another perceptive and revealing review. thank you for spending some time w/me. :) i like that you watch the workings of your heart -- not in judgment, but with interest and wonder. for truly it has a mind of its own.