Anatomy of Winter
The sun slips a wink
And wilts a few degrees
Like ritual, September passes
Leaving a wet headache-
October falls fondly,
Pawing the door like a hungry cat.
Strewing orange gifts and straw.
But Winter arrives,
And a chill broaches the air
January’s sunset catches the glass.
The trees branch like bronchi
Ventricles fall like lace over the eyes
Bloodshot, usurping every last tear-
Underneath here- the skin prickles and bones grow,
Like coral, hard and skeletal, it barbs the nerves.
I’m cold, but every season has its will,
Spring is on the way.
Copyright © Michelle Marsiglia | Year Posted 2019
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