One Step for a Lady

The washed over the world signifying Winter’s arrival
and people hide.
A desolate welcoming for the season of death
with an impatience for it end.
One released hot sigh becomes vivid and tangible
as the distant clouds.
Rising molecules disperse to join the atmosphere
eager to flee Winter’s presence too.
Safely away from all unpleasant company is the moon
who acts as the sky’s loudspeaker.
It announces to the world when it is time to sleep
then watches over alongside legends.
It is as if the sky is one immense, black canvas
decorated with the heaads of pins
Centered around a dab of pale fabric paint
that is trying to light the world.
The tapestry’s beauty is eclipsed
by a lady named Winter.

Dog’s nose going deep, deep into
the cone of the flower,
like a mustached man in a sweater vest
with an ear pressed against
an old phone piece
ending in a funnel.

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