winter

Winter I

The musky marshmallow sky
Oozes honey
Drizzled over gingerbread houses
with marzipan trimmings
All this sprinkled with icing sugar
And I, in my red coat,
The cherry on top


Winter II

Stale stench clings to crumbling relics
Once rotting, now decomposed
Marrow sucked from skeletal trees
Left bereft
Maggots and scorpions have died out
Feasted on the chalky ash of remains
Their carcasses scatter the darkened alleys
Only blind ghosts
Wheezing their way past the hollow stones
Remember a shadow without fog
And wish they could weep for it