Wintry Mix
Dec 5 2023
Hovering
all day
between snow and rain.
On the grass, a thin cover of white,
while the pavement stays clear
glistening wetly.
Heavy snow
melting as I hold it.
The tipping point
where matter changes state,
and with the slightest nudge
could go either way.
Which is how I feel as well.
Unsure,
on edge,
on the cusp;
teeter-tottering
from one state to another.
For days
nothing changes
and there's no sense of finality;
neither cold or warm
dry or wet.
Which perfectly matches my mood;
stuck
in this state of drift,
where even what looks like change
doesn't stick.
Mild as it is
this wet cold
cuts to the bone,
the dull sky
feels claustrophobic.
Added to the misery
are two wet feet,
my winter boots
soaking through
as I cross the grassy field.
At least it's perfect packing snow
and I can't resist,
remembering how it felt
when we were kids.
But even the snowball
doesn't last for long,
and I’m left
standing empty-handed
in a vacant field.
Like a wet sponge, wrung out;
cold melt,
soaking my glove
and dripping through my fingers.
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