winter

the desire to write swells up in me like a sob
or a drowning victim breaking the surface
for a life saving breath.

two words.
two words can describe an entire season:
"silence prevails"

snow turns tree tops into voids
disintegrating into the sky.
the sky; a solid sheet of slate grey
from distant snow fall.
you can feel the cold through your eyes.

everything is calm
similar to death.

ponds turn to glass, hard candies
solid pitch and onyx.
across them views of
stove-warmed houses sit
unimposing. humble, shy.
with air so cold and roads so dangerous
not a soul's breath breaks your reverie,

interrupts your repose.