Cigarette

smoke my cigarette

filling my lungs

a thousand songs

I've sung

nips at my skin

thinking again

a cold winter day

pushing away

short distance

in warmth

falling and rising of laughter

and song

the cup to my lips

a long slow sip

I'm filled with warmth

and cinnamon

the subtleness of the

treescape rolls

in the swallowing dark

water flowing

softly rolling

the creak of my feet

takes me away

ash floats to the ground

as smoke comes

from my soul

in this moment 

i'm whole