Star687

January: 

Crisp cold days 

Early morning ski races 

I almost mowed the lawn last year 

Still very dark in the mornings 

this isn't the first snow - it isn't

the one we spent at the bus stop together, sharing 

hand warmers and wishes for the bus to come,

which, eventually, it did

melting the frosty road beneath it

7:53 My mother has creases under her eyes I’ve forgotten I contributed to, laugh lines around her lips I didn’t realize were from jokes I’d made.

school was called off but i still woke up early

i woke up early to watch the snow coat the green grass with white

as the window fogged, i lost sight

i grabbed my gloves and boots

I’d like a palmful of metaphors, 

Ones to use every time 

I put a pen to a page, 

To plant in my heart 

And become submerged in my hope, 

One foot in front of the other

Pursuing the search for my goal

Feet pounding against the solid ground

Heart pounding against my chest

The rain pummeling the dirt 

The wind whisking the hair out of my face