Tag: Cold

Cherished

Though their time together is brief
the trees love the fireflies deeply
Cherished as the twinkling stars
come down to earth to play at
their feet and tickle their leaves
and the trees giggle and tell them
fairy tales of magical things
Of fluffy white snow
and long dark nights
of cold

Call It What It Is

The common cold is
improperly monikered
More apropos is
The Whore Virus
It will bed down with
anyone in town or the
whole lot at once
Sucking the color from
folk’s faces
leaving them
violated
spent
wasted
and it’s shameless
“Who’s next?” it asks
Not a tinge of regret