What secret of winter-to-come
makes them wander through my windows
in time for frost's curfew?
This house's hot smile fools me too sometimes.
Here, sun is a fiction that
warms our frantic sleep and
withers the easy play of fall.
Water is hard to come by then
and I find them waxed
still and stiff in the shadow of drink
like some climber who
judged his seasons wrong.
PROMPT: Magnetic word tiles selected on the basis of what appealed to me that day. (I have LOTS!)
makes them wander through my windows
in time for frost's curfew?
This house's hot smile fools me too sometimes.
Here, sun is a fiction that
warms our frantic sleep and
withers the easy play of fall.
Water is hard to come by then
and I find them waxed
still and stiff in the shadow of drink
like some climber who
judged his seasons wrong.
PROMPT: Magnetic word tiles selected on the basis of what appealed to me that day. (I have LOTS!)
