To dispose themselves around my feet.
I feel the cold front,
A metal barrel pressed against my chest.
I remember: you are supposed to be happy
You are supposed
Do not forget the lights, the dusting, the warmth,
The pinecones, the sugar, the glow, the laughter,
I am back to that one Christmas tree,
That eternal zero degree warmth
And the couch that held
It was my greatest accomplishment to make you laugh
Your laugh shimmered in Christmas lights
Reflected in one
We have all been weathered into loneliness.
I will be:
They take my breath away,
I think, coldly, warmly,
Elucidate me, leaves
I am falling