Winter’s Poem

How easy it was in the spring, 

and the summer; 

what sweet clarity I thought I felt –

Each word wet, on my lips. 

Now in the dark those feelings are real;

immediate evenings that catch my breath.

There is no hiding place in the trees,

or the cracked leaves that slip in dampness. 

My broken thoughts fall in plumes,

Sitting in cold inches of the ground-

The emptiness is living,

Like a stomach that hurts from hunger

I shiver short in breathlessness; 

exhausted I let the spit cake and powder.

Each passing body is sudden now,

like a rock inside my lung. 

This is the time to let world turn, 

with slow feet and tumbled eyes. 

Light is only temporary, 

and Decay is the only purpose.