There's a brief moment
of love at first sight
the moon can kiss the sun

cold rushed to my head

All seemed so fine
the shortest day
messed up my head

I smiled
sun down
I smiled
Moon rise

the stream of melting snow
I hear it all night long
and all day.

white disappears, and reveals the

broken chair
fallen branches
lost glove
and abandoned rake


that the first snowfall blanketed
and accumulation hid from view
since December.

the falling snow didn't remove it
and the stream of melting snow
doesn't wash it away.

I have to clean up my mess
myself.

sometimes i feel like a piece of paper on fire.
burning.
small smoke signal calling for help,
disintegrating.
until i’m a burnt,
crisp,
pile of nothing.