When Fall was betrothed to Winter
Sleet fell like hard rice at the wedding
of two constant reasons for campfires
and sharp stars in the crisp mountain glass
of night’s polished skies
above befuddled heads.
We were introduced to change
in a sprint to a freezing point to our Story-
where the air we claim is for the spoken word
that means the same things as “ I Love You “
when a snowflake lands on an ember
smouldering
with eyes.