Exercising the Soul

Press the sky for answers Wish for penny rain Snapping, popping, tin-roof dropping Copper ankles wade Wear the moon as a necklace Tears reflecting the stars Falling, pooling, drown them unruly Caught cold in shards, diamond hard Riddle the sun with emotion Prison of season's delight Missing, crying, pale but undying Winter seclusion is nigh Trust the wind in the moors Fog and mystery mist See me, don't see me, emergency free me with all of your soul in a thimble sized sip Shine in the depths of the sea Light up the indigo silt Wash up on shores where the sun always shines and the water recedes at your will Shoulder the wind as a scarf Tolerate mid-season moods Walk up to winter, she's autumn's big sister The exercise will do you good.