The season’s first cold snap flew in
on a gale. Flags flap in the night.
The in-tact golden blossoms hold on
for dear life. The wind begs a dance.
Ruffled petals make a lovely dress.
Spring’s remnants snatched by this
reminder of Winter’s existence.
Dry carcass leaves appear,
gather in corners. Scraping
on concrete, a shiver through
the severed nerve. A note from you
and I’m warmer, though I savor
the empty chill. A crescent thrill
in the sky, I’ve been waning.
Drawn back to the dark. It’s
lasting longer now. I’ve pined
for you and will forever.
I’ll hold you in my tiny hands
for as long as I possibly can.
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