The soul withers
and pain
sucks the vibrancy
and life
from every vein
until skin
is paper thin
and teardrops fall
one at a time
until
bits and pieces
begin
to fall away
and flutter
to the ground
to be trampled
Eastern winds
slip between
mountain crevaces
to skim ice
and cold
over rocks
and branches
and as snowflakes
fall
the waterfall
freezes
and we are left
huddled together
to seek warmth
with hands in
each other’s pockets
Dream with me
of soft green fields
we will roll in
together
with leaves
in our hair
among
the morning dew
until skin is slick
and clothes so wet
they must be
peeled away
bit by bit
for us to get
just a little
closer
Tangled together
emotions shift
and churn
in untidy lanes
Pathways
that are never
as straight
and easy
as they seem
that they should be
and I am left
floundering and lost
in the forest
unable to find
my way home
The world
whispers in
foggy mornings
and sweet
still moments
where the air
smells crisp
and skims
against the skin
with the promise
of possibilities
and opportunities
yet
to be imagined
Sweet scents
released
to soothe the senses
as raindrops
cling
and weigh down
branches.
Vibrant color
and earthy scents
blend in the
damp moist
as water soaks
to skin
and goosebumps
rise.