Sit in the Field

Sit in the field
Let the rain fall
Spring sweat
Iced to the skin

Wake in the field
All paths lost
Overgrown grass
Unbending to your step

Look up to the sun
A blinding light
Escaping sight
Blistering your core

The Slow Breath I Exhale

The slow breath I exhale
Travels past my lips
No words travel along the
Cold vapors
Only shadows of the
Bitter winter leaving
One last stain upon our skin

I wait still
Through this cold dark lone
As I waited in summers past
Always burned in
The hot airs’ glow
Perhaps a long, slow
Spring this year
So flowers will find roots
And trees may provide shade
Comfortable seasons
To bring an end to my waiting