12.21.2016

Rattled

So the longest darkest night
already came and went
the lowest Fahrenheit mark
accomplished last year
sooty depths of insecurity
experienced under a waxing moon
in a long-ago bone season
so we don’t have to worry anymore

File them all away
alongside the giddiest infatuation
scatterings of September chicory
sweet balsamic on the tongue
baby-milk breath
dust suspended in long sienna rays
all just under the surface
for retrieving in discomfiting times

Sharing with the Real Toads on the Tuesday Platform, typically late but at least I wrote something! *cheer*