The First Cold Week of November *22

A sliver of hope on the horizon

like a rising sun after a starless night

catapulted into existence 
without consent

without warning

Life doesn't wait while you stand still

the chill of winter creeps into your flesh

goose bumps and chapped lips

time passes 

things die

A wanderer of forgotten pleasure

soaking up the luxury of breath, I sigh

miraculous to find a moment of peace during a blizzard

I try

I remember 

Reviews

[willweb]

I really liked that a lot. It makes sense, those standing still will be overrun by life as it continually moves, leaving everything that doesn't move with it, in its wake. Really cool.