winter makes me quiet
when angels hide beneath the snow
and watch me make mistakes.
christmas season cripples me:
crocheted snowflakes
pine needles in the carpet
january anticipation.
i bang my head against the steering wheel,
burying my past in a frozen ground.
tinsel-littered disposition
i'm tangled in the ribbons;
strangled by the mystery of "holiday cheer".
springtime shivers beneath this opressive blanket
and i force the pages to turn
i force the calendar to say anything but december.
home, james.
fairy tales.
at the stars.
