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Waiting for Winter
I wait for winter
in her heavy white boots
and sharp sparkling nails
her 5th avenue white fur coat
and flushed pink cheeks
she wears black tights
taught over thin, toned legs
summer and autumn
watch her in envy -
roots
My deep tangled roots
Twisted into knots
Running cross country
Are dragging towards the ocean
Yearning for the sun dripping down
Over wet seals bodies
In warm embrace
I want nothing to do
With this life
Today, -
Sunday
The rain has found its way
Onto our mountain
Drenching each new bud
Reaching for life
In the foggy air
Smothering their joyous cries
As mud seems to engulf us
One
By one
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In the night
There's this beauty in the unknown outside my window
Dark and heavy
As though miles beneath the water
Where everything is quieter, slower
Except for a few stars
There is nothing
I wonder -
Winter mornings
Move slowly
And find your footsteps crunching in the snow
Whisper to the wind
Who you love
Finding the hemlocks
Bending to embrace you
Winter woes
Are buried deepest
But will we ever find anything else? -
The Fog
The perfume bottles on my dresser
Are waiting for me to spill them
And my pink Converse
The ones with hearts drawn on the soles
Are anticipating the next time I trip over my own feet
Things are interesting here in the fog
Dreamy