The snow has let go of the leaves
it held mached with ice beside
the western stairs of my back porch
like-half forgotten valentines
it tried to mail before the sun
cooked the corpse of our Christmas tree,
releasing all those mint-sapped scents
like the presents I forgot you gave me.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
The snow has let go of the leaves
it held mached with ice beside
the western stairs of my back porch
like-half forgotten valentines
it tried to mail before the sun
cooked the corpse of our Christmas tree,
releasing all those mint-sapped scents
like the presents I forgot you gave me.
