Solace in Seasons

The wind has chilled my eyelids,

And closing them feels like ice-chips

Against my irises.

Sputtering tornadoes of leaves

Spin weakly on the sidewalks --

The frigidity has dull their revelry.

My lack of companionship has dulled mine.

My limbs become leaden,

So I sit amongst a swirl of leaves.

My joints ache.

I breathe in the limp smell

Of littered foliage,

And wish for the scarp scent of snow.

I let my head rest on the backs

Of these brittle leaves

And wait for the clouds to whiten,

For winter to arrive, in all her regality.