winter – Strange Creatures Publishing

Hollow Longing

Winter would last if we would only
let our hollow longings lapse;

All is returned to dust.
Every breath is taken back by a jealous

Winter on the Islands.

Out of a quiet and hardly seen patter
of freezing rain, beating a pattern of poissonce,

Somewhere, right now, it is evening in Phoenix.
The pavement is bleeding heat,

Beside me, the City pulls her covers up;
pulls a dry white quilt