I Am Winter

Small.
So small.
The bottom of the pile with life passing like clouds.
Frozen, voiceless.
Hear me see me know me want me.
Pull me out of the past.

Oblongs

The girl with lights in her eyes,
who looks at the world with wonder,
with the life you've given her she could live forever.

Awash with adoration, arms are full of colour.
Drunk on the scent of the trees,
drunk on the scent of each other.

Cheesy Couplets (For Irony, Honest!)

Now the world's come right again, it's back where it should be.
A warm and happy blanket to enfold and comfort me.
And you're still here beside me, I am back where I belong.
I hope the way I'm feeling will go on and on and on.

Late Night Musings

Drove through your town tonight.
Yourtown. Is it a different place to Mytown
Or do we think the same?
You Yourtowners and my Mytowners?
Are they all people?

The Tortoise and the Hare

I am in Transition.
It is Spring,
The world holds it's breath and I
Await a rebirth.
Impatiently.
I am in Transition.
The summer sun warms
Trees and my bones.
One grows, the other fully formed
Fixed in place
For my ever.
I am in Transition.
Autumn leaves drop like the months from my lifespan.
Waiting.
I am in Transition.
Flakes fall from heavy skies
And cling to me like the seconds I catch.
Melting into my skin.
Counting down.
I am in Transition.

A Short Rememberance of Summer, Written in Times Past

I saw a butterfly today.
It flew past my window, delicate, beautiful, graceful.
So close, I thought it might fly in.
I thought of you.

'Waiting', Or 'A Last Ditch Attempt at Contact'

I sit.
In front of my computer screen
With phones surrounding me.
I'd write a letter if I could,
Address it;
Unreachable you.

I've called, again, again
Again.
The texts aside, I've rung both phones
With both phones of mine.

Curse of the modern day.
Technology at our fingertips,
All 'communication made easy'.
Yet I'm here alone,
Uncommunicative.
If I can't reach you.