Winter

Morning

Forms of spectral breath

Gathered around my lip edge

Falling dust upon my eyes

The screech of laughter mine

My face a reddish mess

I fell forward and smiled

Crunching loose snow

I held on for dear life

Evening

By the glimmer of light

I once fell to gravity down this hill

Bruises of puckered blue

Grew on my knees

No matter—I thought

Tomorrow’s time will heal

Musing on this day

I place my hands into warm shelter

And in the air

For just a twinkling moment

I saw the stars align

And fall to Earth.