Saturday, November 8, 2014

Cold Knows How

Cold knows how to make an entrance.
Fog creeps in at night,
Its silvery veil threaded with icicles
Suddenly, my breath coming out
Looking like smoke
As I get goosebumps from the street lights,
Fidgeting for time to breathe
Into this new life.

I long for those cozy nights
Spent by the fire in commercials,
Perfect white couple and their
Perfect teeth bared over hot cocoa,
Black Turkish robes and white slippers.
It's warmth through the art of facade.

The sunset inspires chills.
Maple leaves lay rotting on the road
I walk towards my grave-
Alone, wrapped in furs.