children, kids, love

Winter Baby

The sky is vividly blue, a warm blanket covering my view; enveloping me in happiness in the frosty, frigid air.

I think of you though a winter baby, your smile effervescent, your hugs rich, generous. Always.

You are the reason I pull myself from slumber, for otherwise, I would fall into sleep forever.

Boundless darkness, each worse than the next.

Little girl, you have saved me.

Through your birth you have given me life.

So I can sit here, outside, on the most frigid of days, wrapped in endless embers of love.

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Bitter Mornings

My breath fogs the window panes, trying to for see my future

perhaps something in the air will give way to change?

Fierce winds eviscerate me; the cold shores bleeding me dry of warmth.

My hope is dying like marriage, ¬†being pulled away like the tides of this ocean’s forefront but I step outside anyway.

What are we to do when we are like two sides of gravity being pulled either in or out?

Neither side gives; instead we drift, farther into the blistering morning witnessing the death of another love.

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