testing the waters

 

 

 

 

seems fitting
spring begins here
the origin of life

 

 

 

 

 

metaphor

 

 

 

I once suggested she have a good cry
she said “I’m afraid if I start
I’ll never be able to stop”

 

 

 

 

little fires

 

 

 

 

sometimes I’m quick to snuff it out
sometimes I let it burn
but there’s always that ash
sticking to the soles of my shoes
the gritty tracks
follow me
for days

 

 

 

calm before the storm

 

 

 

 

the stillness is palpable
as a snowstorm approaches
I feel the same excitement
as when I was young