for winter, with love

the chill of the floorboards on bare feet,
the after-shower shiver,
the daybreak frost fades to dew

the cloudless cyan canvas, cold glaring sun-
lies!
my opaque breath, my hardened cheeks don’t
lie
but i take it in, this
precious painting

orange – to – blue
photoshopped gradient backdrops
behind spiny silhouettes of
suburban forests

i lie in hardened blades of grass,
face towards the slate and stars,
burning wood and ice in the wind