A silent morning,
still and frozen.
November eyes
hold up the latter half
of a long year
and I
find broken comfort
in the moment.
Try as I might,
I can’t fumble my way
through the time change.
Falling back
used to be so easy.
Dark in the morning.
Dark in the evening.
Darling now,
but we will start to lose
all our pretty adjectives soon
and all we’ll be left with
in the truth.
The leaves are gone,
the snow is on the ground
and everything is planned
around the coming holidays.
With the year
still drying on the page,
we’re finding little pieces
of broken comfort
everywhere.
I hope I have another winter in me.
Another joyous time to play,
another toast
to frozen mornings,
as the world slowly turns to life.
I don’t’ regret my past behind me,
but I wouldn’t do it again.
All things pass
for a reason
and nothing lasts.
I hold my warm cup of coffee to me,
not all comforts are broken, it seems.
However brief,
the moment will suffice;
like lattice frost
is gone by afternoon.
November mornings;
deep cold,
but regretless.
HG – 2017
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