wildcat

My skates glided
over your smooth, cold surface –
and as I moved through the still night air, I heard your voice, in a language I did not understand.
It echoed and billowed,
wailed and whispered,
cracked and creaked.

I saw a solitary orange-brown leaf clinging to a lonely sapling —
And was sure that it would fall —
But it hung on even as its fellow leaves descended to the forest floor —

Once there was a little sparrow. Her name was Jade. She was all alone in the world, just one little bird lasting out through the years. Perhaps she could've had a special person. But she didn't want just any person. Her deepest desire...

It was that...

Ocean ran from her polluted plight, her waters pillaged of their life. And when Freshwater looked for sanctuary in Ocean's embrace, she was gone.

It was that...

Sweater Weather.
The time when the air is crisp and cold, but the snow has not yet fallen- 
when I see an abundance of styles-
wool,
cotton,
fleeces, 
patterns of diamonds, hearts,

Sometimes,
 it feels like all that is left is the deep, dark folds of feeling
that are breaching through the barriers in my mind, 
the ones I worked so hard to set.