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Jun 2019
When standing still  
I can see you have arrived
Again
in such a subtle state
But thoughtful and dynamic
deeper and more frightening
Into something so uninterrupted,

in all your bright
and silent lights  
I fight against
your bitter wind

I want you to know that
Your landscape amazes me
with your city lights flickering
In the background
streaks of vibrant orange
fragments of yellow
and gray
descending
and tranquil
the dampness tingling
by my fingertips

I feel your presence
So complete
And personal
I understand and
I am not afraid
of your consistency
Nor do I plan on changing this
knowing
the growing fear
That someday
everything
might turn to ice

Guided by the cold
I wait for you
I don’t expect you to answer
that frigid time when everything
is consumed by the anticipation of
complete darkness

Everything emerges
I will give you a chance
Though I am not convinced
you are in control
The world around me
makes me think
You’ll understand  

no hope that you
will stay long
or why this has been created
without warning
Wandering
through time
So thankful for your energy
so pure and precise
forcing me to turn away
this poem is from the forthcoming publication called "Under the Sycamore," a collection of poems by Peter Piccolomini and book cover design and illustrations by New York Graphic Designer & Photographer Anastasia Wingate
Peter Piccolomini
Written by
Peter Piccolomini  Montclair, New Jersey
(Montclair, New Jersey)   
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