Coming Home

Finding the storm, waiting, 

Right where it left off—

The simplicity & the complexity run circles

Chasing themselves tired

The wind screams into each ear canal

Just to make it pain, it’s always seeking such extremes

The snow falls in waves that feel like needles & tastes like hunger 
I’ve already forgotten warmth & light & green

The swirling coils of ice blowing 

Rooftop to sky, sky & ground, whipped up in the frenzy—

These moments of hibernation hatch & stretch

Birthing the long longer of winter. 


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