Stephen Fuller *** Poetry, Essays

Winter

Winter
Winter so cold, winter so white
The world lacks depth when I drive
When I back the SUV, I cannot see
What I run over, hope it to not be

What you precious hold. So drive
Alongside and we’ll reach together
The place where the sky and road
Mate like sun pushing into the side

Of life we see so darkly. Winter so
Cold, winter so white. Let’s try slow
Words dripping from our mouths
Like icicles that linger and refract

The light into colors we hadn’t tried
To see before, into shades for depth
And contours to climb then roll down
Like children, so present they don’t know

They can breathe, they are breathing.
Feel the slick stalactite slowly grow
From my words that drip into your mouth
Finding warmth in this cold winter.

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