She’s got daisies in her hair
Collected on a hike
With a bubbling brook laugh
We circled the bay on bike

Her blinding essence
We fit like a glove
Dive in the pool
And also a love

She’s got apple cider lips
And cinnamon filled eyes
Leaves drift off the trees
We promise no goodbyes

Her coat warm and ready
For the next blanket of snow
Carols in the square
Sleepy snuggles by the fireplace aglow

The coldest night of autumn,
Made its place on a sunday.
I'm keeping up with my thoughts,
The ones about you, my dear.

My mind is playing tricks with me,
I see you in every dream,
Tears shed, too much, made a lake
Swimming in my own, deep pain.

I listen to your whisper,
It travels with the wind.
Leaving behind paths and hills,
Our promises, everything.

You went past winter, left a note,
I opened it with such big hopes...
The message had a dark, short line:
"You were never in my life".

I hear your knocks from years away,
On the door of Spring's huge cave,
I have to warn him, or is it too late?
How dare you act, like you're a saint?

So tell me darling, use your head!
Don't tell me this is the end!
How is March a better man,
Than November, who's more than friend?

I need an answer, a confess,
How can you move on so fast,
Leaving me on special meds,
With all these new panic attacks?

The boy i was, became a man,
Lost his faith and future plans,
Like those cute dates, all of them,
We used to say: "Carpe diem".

Time to close my heart forever,
Hurts me more than any hell.
Wishing you are loved and better,
While i live under your spell.

You told me, that you're my Lover,
I trusted you, for too long,
Liar.

Perched outside my frosted window
Yet another hummingbird dies.
I curse my selfish neighbors
Who hang sweet nectar through autumn,
Who lure them to linger past their migration.
All around me
Hummingbirds die.

On winter days I go on walks in the dark
I pretend I can leave my body behind
and let my soul wander around the empty park
when I return I find the roads filled with cars
and Christmas lights shining brightly in the trees
for a moment I feel like I'm surrounded by stars
and I wonder if this is what my brother sees

Cold, bitter winter,
Alone at last, 
until we meet.
Tall and handsome,
Maybe somebody new for the cast.
Smitten, over joyed and excited,
That’s how I felt when we first locked eyes.
In the lighting,  
My heart yearns for something new but fighting the hue
Of the moonlight.
The energy exchange is something I can’t explain.
Metaphysical, spiritual and a little unpredictable.
Hastily destroying all boundaries like a hurricane.
Patience and take your time, but he leans in for a kiss
Our lips graze and and all I feel is bliss
Pulsating heart race and stars in my eyes,
I wish it’d last forever but I know,
You’re not the guy.

Bring it on, September!
This time, I'm not afraid.
As summer leaves,
My mind changes color.

I'll take a mushroom feast
As summer's farewell gift.
My soul will settle
In autumn's golden hush.

And when winter comes,
I'll meet the cold with fire.
Attentive readers will recognize
The classic woodear-soup.

My writer's heart may ask
For Caledonia once again.
But for the first time
It might sing of winter, too.

These 4 walls, the only friends
The hours tick away, but swelling
Winter, hurry — freeze my blood.
Sweating through these supine steps,
           I'll stumble on.

A/C buzz, electric hum.
The room lit yellow, bathing jaundice.
          Fante & Hamsun.
     Folding pages, scratching dog ears.
          furrow brows.
     "**** this color paint."

     "**** the Summer."
         I say it, always.

4 new walls, my only friends.
The seconds boil away, but slowly.
Solitude, please freeze my blood.
Snowfall in my reptile dreams,
               all serpentine

Heater hum, alone again
Wish they wanted my chanting voice, now.
Footfalls hustle. Frozen, crunching.
Clothed in funerary coat
          The wine explodes.

Shake this thrumming midnight buzz,
and rooms lit dimly, sweating blizzards.
          Trudge & debate Blake —
     —use my degree for ******* something.
                    Shoulders hunch.
           "Just me. In falling snow."

"Tyger Tyger, burning bright—"
    
                      Here I stand, a dwindling flicker—

"In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fires of thine eyes?—"

        —I can barely see tonight. And thicker lines
                            have failed to lead me home.

Alone.
And kindred with the cold.

The snow crunched
Underneath my sandals
As I walked along the seashore.
It was there a grove of birch trees stood
Ever since childhood, I often swore
Yet I saw them stand tall no more
White as ever
And as banded as any snake
Yet their branches had broken and withered
In the time I had gone.
Ice had split the trunks in half and no matter how I tried to glue them back together
It was far too splintered and cracked
Winter had taken it's toll
On this Birchwood heart of mine.