Peppermint breezes by
my cheeks. I'm looking for my stars
but mine is the only constellation
out of sight.
Winter time for a summer soul and I'm
wondering if I ever
really did feel the warmth
of the sun. Fallen
leaves are no more lifeless than I
am amidst a sky not mine. Let
fingertips freeze and shoulder
blades chatter
at least my ears have heard the glow of
black waters against foreign nights.
And for that I should be forever
grateful.