Winter sun

Summer is golden
butterscotch, January
skim milk, thin weak pale.

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Overlooked

Forgotten summer
umbrella aged by winter’s
wig of heavy snow.

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Over the holidays

Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…

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On a cold winter’s night

Kitchen windows fogged,
oven-baked chicken is the
scent of homecoming.

San Diego

Shivering at the
airport. Colder than O’Hare.
Turn back, refund flight.

Depression

Bright summer days no
friend to sadness. Solace lies
in winter’s dark chill.

Stocking shelves

She spent the day in
aisle 6, cold flu remedies,
wellness boxed, bottled.

Snow blind

Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.

Last day of the year

Where did they go? Wake.
Eat. Work. Pay bills. Each the same.
Days blink by, all gone.

Hint of spring

Earthy smell of fresh
mud awakens winter-dulled
senses like coffee.