earth

the day is sleepy.
curled up against the dark sky.
one eye watching on.

a white sickle on pane.
the white curled lip of jack frost.
the grimace of months.

sky thin and watery.
the air a wisp of curling cold.
winter’s deadly grasp.

in the desert heart
the sun smiles on its blue face.
life in the bright side.

cold like sharp razor.
cuts me from the inside out.
frozen in dry life.

the warm breath of a dying man.
hair turning yellow and brown.
cover the body with a cold white blanket.