Home

slivers of moments punctuated by

silver reeds–the freshly fallen snow

meeting day old slush

rooftops coated with grimy icicles

and carefully orchestrated lives

dusk always falls so quickly

at sunset we carry all we have

at rest on splintered porches

drinking in the taste of bonfires

and warm chamomile and lavender tea

we are only trying to stay warm

we are only trying to convince ourselves

that this will not be the only place we ever know