The tiny flurries
Glide, shimmy down from the sky,
Their snowy bodies intertwining,
Rhythmically conjoining into a wintery waltz,
One two three
Together they step,
Sweeping against the buildings and the trees,
Resting their feet at last
As they gracefully come to a halt
Atop the pavement.

The first snow of the season
Blows its frosty breath against
My nose,
The wind catching my hair,
Whipping it against my scarf.
The cold feels
Jagged against my exposed face
And fingertips,
My lips splitting open from the air's
Bitterness.
I stop the snowflakes' strides short
As they get stuck to my coat,
My hat,
My long black lashes.

Winter is upon me.

There is a place I can't stop thinking about
thinking how  special it was to me
There is a feeling I feel picturing someone else there
someone else feeling the way I used to

It was her special little place
and I know someone else before me was there also
I was her special little company there
and I wanted to be the last one sharing the place

I know it better than the person after me
touching the skin I used to touch
I know it better than the person sitting there
seeing the sights I used to see

Her special little place became our special little place
but now it's gone
Her special little place became my special little memory
but now it's gone

I have learned, that with truest vision,
You see not the person, but God within Them.

Oh, evil clock
  you are my truest enemy;
    your twisted hands
      taunting me
      consistently.

Why do you hate me?
If only I could forget you!
  Let you go for just
    one second...
  Yet then, alas,
    oh clever foe,
  You have me again.

From your evil clutches
  there is no escape.
For even in a moment's reprieve,
  I reminiss, and
    then, suddenly,
  the moment measured,
    I lose again.

You stand proud upon the wall,
  Oh evil clock,
    And I can only pray...
The day shall come
When I have won,
  By counting, instead,
    My beating heart,
Above the sound
  Oh evil clock
    of your two slaves...
  Tic + Toc.

Sometimes your heart needs to be broken
So you can see what's underneath,
To the flicker and flame of your soul
That you've always been destined to meet.

Sometimes your spirit shines brighter
Through the glimmering light of your tears,
And when you arrive at the end of it all
Love will outshine the darkest of years