speaking of pinecones and birds. . .
Zeke and I strung pinecone garland on turquoise yarn to decorate for the birds. Now they're covered in snow.
you seduce me with your whiteness
A week later I am tired of you
you stay too long
and turn to sooty slush
reminding me how dirty this world is.
If you could only stay white and pure
you're now a slippery pain in the ass.
I can't walk anywhere.
ice boulders cover the sidewalk
Yet you remind me to stay home
and be warm.
your gently blanket will melt and
reveal all that was covered
refreshed and familiar