It’s in the
crisp tingle
in the nose
and prickle
on the skin
that emerald hues
remain vibrant
through winter
for the miracle is
in the evergreens
that stay
lush and full
as winter
bites deep
A little of this
and a little of that
and focus
shatters
into a million pieces
sight obstructed
making it hard
to see
the light
I’m reaching for
and know is there
The confession
is difficult
to even whisper
within the
inner recesses
of the self
yet alone aloud
and yet
there’s no denying
that sometimes
I miss you so much
that jealousy
sears deep
beneath the solar plexus
I am a
child at heart
when it comes
to food
with a
sweet tooth
and a love for
sugared cereal
that’s irresistible
delighted by
cartoon characters
on boxes
and the puzzles
and games
offered
on the back
No rainbows
flash colorful
and bright
in the face
of sunbeams
and rainfall
as clouds skim
above
and give peeks
at blue
that disappear
too quickly
to catch