Archive for December 1, 2008


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 1, 2008 by dc

Ice winds circle,
People hunch
From building
To building
And the winter
That’s been muttered of
For weeks
Drops with aggression
And covers
The city in cold.

This is when
I miss you most,
The glow in your eyes
Enough to light up a night sky,
The kiss of your lips
A sweet tender joy,
The moment I’m happiest
And yet here we exist
Split by the frost,
A confusion compounded.

Streets smell of burnt wood
And longing,
But the time for revelations
Is over,
I hold out my hands
And there’s nothing
But chills,
A dream hanging spent
Like a breath,
A loss cold as winter.