Archive for January, 2018

new england January 2018

January 10, 2018

I could curl up inside your snow.
Like a warm blanket.
It’s so familiar.

I could settle in one of your bars.
And never leave.
They’d forget to kick me out at last call.

I could walk through your leaf piles.
Ruffling them endlessly.
Crunchy, over-sized slippers.

I could walk down your mind-bending roads.
I could leave…
but only so that I could feel my heart a-flutter upon coming back.