Winter's Truth

Riches of generosity
Grew stale in the wraith of spite
Iron bars now chafe my scalp
Unchain me from dependency

Warm and humid gold evenings
Spun to char in the breeze
Your bitterness clenching my fist

I went to the lake alone
Hypnotizing winds of turns
Led me here
Bony feet screaming now
In premature raw waters

I wanted space but maybe less of it
Maybe less of it from myself
The world here is all double-sided

Golden sweet cookies
And soft white bread
We smiled and skipped when the sun came
Drenched ourselves laughing in the rain
With rainboots as our small rubber boats
Tromping through pools and mysterious moats