coldcold
the world is cold
the world is spiderwebs of white
stiffening the grass, glazing the water's edge
from warm stifling curl
(too tight now, out, out
need OUT)
to chill and brightness
the sky sears clear blue
the air burns cold in the mouth, into the lungs
when it returns
(out, need out)
it feathers and coils
visible until it's gone
white like the world
winterbreath.
