Winter

The breath of winter

Folds into my lungs

Biting and frigid

A last shot of bourbon

Burns and ignites the air

Dim lit moon shine 

Glows fluorescent bright

A crack of ice and 

Swallowed shards

Of memory

Broken in two

one-

Escapes into the 

Bed of hibernation,

The other-

Swirls in the snow

And dry drifts

Blow in, through

A breath

A recall

A dream,

Forming a wintry

Clot of white silence

A whistling cave

Inside my heart 

I Feel release and ease

Of what’s to come

A waxing crescent 

Bulging the night

I reminisce of a spring

Full sprung and upright

In verdant delight.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Simon Migaj from Pexels

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