winter months

cars groan on pavement,

beasts of the season.
glaciers roll down my window
voyager condensation,
my pioneer trickling ice,
tiny capsules of water.
dormant months offer obscure gifts:
tiny flakes swiftly float to safety

destined to be trampled on,

pummeled by fate--

sweet dirty slush.

confined indoors for fear of brutal gusts

sanctuary found huddled,

buried under layers of patchwork.
canniption shiver fits

put at ease

by a warm breeze.

blinding white mannah

depleted by the shining star above.

Reviews

[Sabbath_Nikole]

sweet dirty slush, nice, its a great way to go, if you snow...... i really like your style of writing jesse, its sophisticated but not boring or wordy. Good stuff

[Jessie.]

baaaaaaaaaatchhh