Snow
Snow is falling,
Falling down quickly and covering the road,
The road I need to get home.
To get home to where you lay,
Laying waiting for me to lie in your arms to tell you about my day.
My day has been rough, and all I want to do is come home.
Come home to where you are at once.
Once the snow lightens up, I’ll be on my way,
On my way to see you to hear about your day
Today the snow decided to fall hard,
Hard enough to keep me at a distance.
No distance will ever keep me too far away
Away I’ll stay waiting for the snow to lighten up, then I’ll be on my way.
On my way to keep you warm on this very cold day

Yearning for frost sharp, gaudy lights
in November seems apposite in a year consistently blighted with dull, pedestrian horror

The itch to raise a tree and string lights
to no and every god
could be scratched this time

We can pack our proud sneers
in the loft or attic in exchange for
electric hope and cellophane cheer

As nights draw in
we’ll bluff metaphors of closeness
until a wellspring comes to right us

While you might look
at the months ahead
and see feasts,
and shared tables,
and celebratory treats,
and memories made in the kitchen.
I see hours needed on the treadmill,
and calories needing to be logged,
and pounds gained,
and hours crying on the bathroom floor.
I no longer see the holidays
as a joyous time full of laughs
but rather as a 3 month long
depressive purge.