And So*

And So

Another winter passes

The sled

In its pegboard place

Hats and coats

Hibernating in cardboards caves

Glass gives way to mesh.

No more harsh reality riding on the wind

Beckoning blood filled cheeks

Billowing smoke

In puff balls

Creating ice spores

Building crystal castles

Against the pane

Against the pain.

The eyes always forget

Take time to adjust

Warm water flows

Eye to chin

Pretending it’s just

Another day.

Spring

Green’s hope

Brings daffa disappearing dills

Their guiless gaiety

Bestows only memory.