Waiting on Snow

Waiting on Snow

Between equinoxes
When the world withers
And waits to die again
When summer’s abundance
Lays the foundation for life
To live again

The geese are gone
Mosquitoes sleep
And dream of perspiring necks
Ruffled boots and knitted mittens
And dogs’ winter coats
Warm and musty all the same

I descend from Northern blood
From Northern lights
And drunken fights
Where no words are spoken
Nor fists ever raised
Only me and me alone

One exit, an engine
One sky at night
With lights dimmed low
Seems so bright
Pink and purple
Like a bruise

Both found and lost
In the cold, still air
Breath rises from my chest
Puffs out in fog, disappears
There’s still a feeling stuck in there
If only I could trust it


About MurasakiOkapi

Work has taken over a huge portion of my life in recent years, but I am trying hard to get back in the habit of being at least marginally creative on a semi-regular basis. Other than that, I'm a nature enthusiast and love all animals. I try to see things from many perspectives, and live on the sustainable side. I wouldn't say I'm a positive person, but at the same time I don't tend to get too down about things.
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