Monday, November 28, 2011

That Familiar Blanket of Cold

A beautiful
fall day.

it seems i’ll take a walk
on my own—
and breathe
the fresh air.

no one is here
to tell me
where to go.

so I go,

The air tastes of
suddenly it’s changed
since a few
days ago.

and all I want is

that familiar blanket
of cold, but warming
for my soul.

I’ll dream,
in Seattle.

but I won’t kid myself.

When the snow does come
It will be
in Colorado.

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