My body aches for Spring winds, Their tips curled with cotton embers, Holding just enough of a spark To thaw the azure April sky. I love watching that air jitter, The crystals of swirling snow Pacified into sleepy puffs Of sailing Dandelion clocks. My once bloated, spiked steps That would crunch and crack And crumble … Continue reading “My heart feels like it’s swallowed up in Autumn, even as the first storm of spring is right outside my window.”