Heart-frozen, tears turn to sleet – crystallized
salt tracks on red cheeks, an outline of pain
all too familiar. This time of year is
not among her favorites. Merry Christmas
and a happy New Year are foreign words
to a tongue twisted with memories.

Yet, as days grow longer, whispers of snow
replace the sting of words that splintered vows
with false confessions of love – too little
too late – forgotten. Broken silent
promises begin to fade; shattering
her patterns, left over from years ago.

A sense of falling – forward, not back, stirs
new resolve; opens possibilities.



Pieces of Life Left
Gentle as midnight snow fall, finger tips drift down to
bare her shoulders, cool beneath blanket’s warm covering.
His touch ignites embers banked in the cold of alone;
she feels a stir of the unfamiliar – desire.
Streetlights filter through cream and moss curtains, exposing
lovers and their explorations into the unknown;
at once tentative and bold, they adjust to new light,
allow the darkness to evaporate with their fears.
Drunk on the passion of kisses rather than champagne,
the New Year is born and untouched possibility
reveals itself in the full moon, offering them both
a chance to begin – and end – those pieces of life left.