Seasons
I am creating winter
through expressions and cardigans
hoping somehow to bring seasons
faster than goddess wills
I yearn for the sadness
of cold weather and sweaters
wavy hair and fallen leaves
oh to hear their death
beneath my shoes
I miss curling up in blankets
drinking tea to warm my blood
reading books to exercise my thoughts
creating poetry in looks
and wondering at the wind
the room swirls with my
favorite music
intricate sounds infiltrating
my lonliness
lifting me to a familiar comfort
I miss looking up at the moon
determining my mood
growing closer to myself
learning more everyday as
I hug my body into warmth
as fall fades into winter
that is my time, know me then
the blandness of my appearance
are forgiven by the depth of
my character
my hair grows long and unkempt
continuously covered neck to toes
many days without makeup or a purse
just my bus card, a book with five dollars
tucked in the pages for a cup of coffee
you can find me on the second floor
staring out the window
watching the worlds walk by
wanting to know them
then sitting back and sipping
some lonliness and I'm comforted
I am creating winter
through expressions and cardigans
hoping somehow to bring seasons
faster than goddess wills