Peaceful lazy flakes
Silently land on my cheek
Cold. Then, cold again
Flowers stretching wide
From their quiet slumbering
A bee lands softly
Days warmth into night
Fireflies lighting the path
Worries melt away
Carried by the wind
Leaves slowly dance to the ground
To settle and rest
Written on December 9th, 2021
You and I
were once the two separate sides
of the same electrical cord;
often tangled between each other,
building knots and kneading bundles of bridges
on top cedar, oak and birch floorboards.
There are old journals on my bookshelf
blank pages at the back
filled with unfinished poetry
similes with no synonyms
metaphors with no meaning
Snow forts built of packed wet flour
in a big orange plastic bowl,
S q i u s h
and unfold like an origami fortune
of milky dough and chocolate chips.
They just keep coming.
No matter how broken I feel,
No matter my pleas,
They just keep coming.