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.”
I’m beginning to see how it is That the sea, so full to its brim, So overflowing with creatures, The very blossom of life, can feel Blank, like the pallet of stars Our God saw fit to place Where we can never hope to reach. Inside we hold a universe untold, The light, hidden … Continue reading On good days I tell myself it’s a way to wash it all away and get a clean slate, and on bad days I try not to speak at all, to avoid drowning in my rush for some peace.
I no longer get cold in the winter. That is to say I no longer care if I get cold. Of course I am affected by the wind as it hurts my face; I am blinded by the snow that covers my hair and shoulders, tripped by the ice under my feet, covering the streets, … Continue reading Ohio has a way of beating a person down, with winds that only roar during those times when I need the world to hear me scream.