Late August, mid day. It’s almost cool out.
I can almost smell winter arising.
It’s just a feeling.
Have you ever had that feeling that something was coming?
The cool air dries the sweat beading from my skin.
The feel of everything…
It reminds me so much of the cold.
Walking down the street with hands in pockets.
The stinging wind blowing in your face,
Penetrating the depths of your hair and cooling your scalp.
Everything reminds me of the cold now.
Songs in my mind produce pictures of mountain tops.
Things seem to contain so much more meaning with the stiff
Breeze of a winter air on your being.
I begin to sing as the warmth from my breath
Blows back to my face.
My bodies’ warmth is not enough to keep me warm,
For it is failing.
I need the warmth of another,
As the punishing winds give me a sense of loneliness.
The Fall and Winter days and nights always made me feel alone.
It’s the only bad thing about them.
Let the cold in,
For I am prepared.
 Father Fluff · Thu Aug 28, 2008 @ 09:10pm · 0 Comments |
