Seasonal Affective Disorder
Window pane ice like an old widow
Inflict a sense of a brittle broken alibi
Neglecting the sense of something stolen.
Traces remain from the previous postscript
Embalmed in this depth of deliverance
Resembling a bare landscape specter.
Confronting Cold
It goes way beyond annoyance –
just short of hatred.
No amount of layering
provides any warmth.
The breezes burn my bare extremities.
A simple walk is life threatening
as different street neighbors
have their own standards
as to what constitutes
safe and clean walkways.
Now, you come into my life
with soft leather gloves,
a plush fluffy coat
and intoxicating perfumed scarf.
What’s beneath it all?
Glad Tidings To All
When I arrive, the apartment
reeks of garlic, basil and oregano.
She rushes to the door
and uses her body to pull me
against her maternal heart.
Once released, I take
the bottle of her favorite Chianti
and place it on the dining table.
She has a wintergreen candle burning
in the bright kitchen
as Christmas is a week away.
She has made scratch pasta
but the strands indicate arthritic hands.
The sauce is beginning to burn;
I take it off the burner.
She smiles.
“Your grandfather should be home soon.”
This I doubt as he passed five years ago.
I am the family member sent to tell her
that as of the first of the year
she won’t be living here, anymore.
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