november runs through
with a cold cold heart
.
all prettied up and fancy plaited
and already I’m cowering inside
with an old woman’s bones
for company
.
an hour to the west
mother nature has unleashed
a winter’s worth of snow
and i keep thinking she’s trying
to tell us something
or punishing us
like naughty children for sassing her
all summer
.
these autumn mornings
wear all the wrong colors
and i drink tea that tastes
of endings
.
.
.
November 20th, 2014 at 3:11 pm
wonderful imagery
November 25th, 2014 at 5:12 am
Such teas I have tasted.. a lot of mud in November.
November 26th, 2014 at 2:12 pm
haunting ~