cold

by

Ice Age

if I were a planet, this
would be my ice age
my interminable winter of
a thousand years
who would believe the
flowers that bloomed here?
who would believe the bees?
the dinosaurs are all dead and
glaciers creep downward toward
my belly
everything has starved for lack of
fruit except the
woolly mammoths hunkered in ice
caves huffing hot breath

by

Glass Windows

trapped inside
i stare through glass windows
at the sky
separated
from the sun and rain

i would give my life
to be a leaf
making sugar from sunshine
even only for a season

i would be a bee, my
face buried in flowers and
let winter kill me
once and for all
when it comes,
dissolve my little wings
in its rain that
taps chilly fingers against
glass windows

by

strange dark

get the hell out
of my dreams
can’t you see my husband
lying here
slightly snoring
you have your
own wife
who adores you
young and
sweet

get out of here
what’s wrong with you

are you
sorry now
about what you
did then

you are
looking for me
in this strange cold dark
trying to speak and
take my hand

(Note:  The original poem starts out with a stronger word than “hell” but I can’t quite bring myself to post it that way.  So you can read it whichever way you like it best.)