Abriatis

i've greatly improved, i think
from when or who i was before

i have many people around me, both physically and in spirit
offering support, help while i do the same for others

it's nice, being needed, giving help as needed

faces by the door
hanging on the coathooks
depending on which company
that dare knock on the mahogany

coats of all colors
set on the backs of chairs
some pockets filled, some pockets not

the snow, it falls
thick yet thin
sheets upon the ground
a blanket on all

the wind, it howls
whipping yet caressing
all that dare walk
within its limitless bounds

the trees, they weep
branches down yet skyward

eyes closed in lackluster solemnity, 
hand outstretched to the floor
leg aimed to the heavens
fabric around her waist, falling,
she dances.

the brassy tones of the trumpets do nothing, 

"Oh my God, he knows."

"How the hell does he - Abele! Did you tell him?!"

"What, no! I haven't seen Rhys since, like, a week ago!"

"..calm down, calm down, Alleta. It'll be oka-"