~camouflaging ghostsmoke
winter
pine-scented wind
carries an effervescence
of evergreen
and I ache to come in
from the cold
to climb back between
crisp sheets and heavy blankets
and sip sugared tea
curl into pages of the poem
I slept with last night
spring
his breath smells of hand-rolled
cigarettes
and my skin was like dogwood, fully
in bloom
the clouds are dripping honey
and hummingbirds have forgotten how to
fly
summer
rain sprinkles the cotton t-shirts
snapping on the neighbor's
clothesline
it's the coming of another angry
sky
and june's mock-orange already
fears the fall
- her delicate pale petals
autumn
the horizon is unwashed
dingy in its raw ash
leaves are burned out now, disheveled
losing their grip
this northdriven wind spits at my face
as if it wishes to grab me by the throat
and steal away my voice
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