Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report
to see white whorls of wind, crystalline tap, by the wide angle pane.
Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.
Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report
to see knots of lightning and hear the miles high rap of hail
as the gutters collect ice and leaves whimper underneath night's blanket.
Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.
Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report
to see the deep orange shine of afternoon sun, reflected from the passerby
along highway lanes close enough to whisper wet tired cement.
Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.
Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report
to see black winged blots of birds above each chimney across the street.
Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.
to see white whorls of wind, crystalline tap, by the wide angle pane.
Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.
Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report
to see knots of lightning and hear the miles high rap of hail
as the gutters collect ice and leaves whimper underneath night's blanket.
Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.
Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report
to see the deep orange shine of afternoon sun, reflected from the passerby
along highway lanes close enough to whisper wet tired cement.
Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.
Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report
to see black winged blots of birds above each chimney across the street.
Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.
Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report
to see skins evening aspiration crystallized along the wide angle's edges,
pain pricking my forced heat chapped and smiling lips.
Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.
to see skins evening aspiration crystallized along the wide angle's edges,
pain pricking my forced heat chapped and smiling lips.
Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.
Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report
to see formations of geese crossing amber lit contrails
frozen in a sky clear and weighty, an entire day's fistful, bubble chambered.
to see formations of geese crossing amber lit contrails
frozen in a sky clear and weighty, an entire day's fistful, bubble chambered.
Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.
Crisp and shining gloss printed with trees as green as the river
water, glistening easy wave caps, a rod and reel and bicycle.
"Wish you were here!"
Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d.
