Cumulous
There were nights
I was convinced the weather
in my head had seeped
out of my ears and
dyed the atmosphere.
Snow would cascade
over darkness,
land on streaked cheeks.
Now there are nights
I realize even clouds
have to let go of that
which makes them dense.
Copyright © Jessie Hambel | Year Posted 2016
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