Power lines
weaving in and out of the foliage
the sky
a cool gray with red tinge
preparing for navy blue
late enough for the streetlights to cast a glow
too early for them to cast a shadow.
The leaves
dark against the slate sky
colors faint
not indistinguishable
branches dancing forwards and backwards
as the air inhales and exhales.
Navy sky
colors all the same
the lamps cast a shadow.

i loved you without
asking first
and i am
so sorry
for
that.

i'll speak of
the f a l l
   if i must.
i can get on board
  with
crispness...
  beautiful
warm shades
   of orange, red,
and yellow.
i can even
   appreciate a
new sweater,
  the feel of my
my skin being
covered instead
   of revealed.

i will not
speak
   of the winter
every year
i ask myself
    if i will make it
through this winter
all year i feel
it retreating and
gaining on me
the gloom of the
   sunless sky
the dead
   s n o w l e s s
ground
  void of color,
life.
    frigid cold
treacherous roads
miserable gloom
   sun
   sun
   sun
where have you gone?
i have no love
   for the cold
i am a daughter of sol

i will even
  speak of the spring
if i must
     it is nice
hearing the birds
  seeing new blooms
but i want
to be in the g r i p
of the sun
blazing glory
of luminous rays
   summer
is my home

so do not
ask me to speak
of the coming
winter
because i will not.
i will not speak
of the pressing anxiety
my secret murmurings
to the sun
to make an
exception
and remain
triumphant in the
sky for me.

no.
of the winter
i will not speak.