Puddles

Puddles 1/20/10

Shivering
Sitting
On the cold sill of my window
Puddles are growing
The air is growing cold
Children are splashing
Parents are worrying
The sound of the season

Watching
Waiting
Under my blanket inside
Clouds are hovering
Dreams are hovering low
Ready to wash away
But the puddles are here to stay
The lingering season

Perfume on my wrists
To the skin of your back
Back to the beginning.
Pages of worry
Pages of doubt
Pages of us

Darkness takes its toll
To stop the helpless sun
I am not who’s winning.
Minutes of silence
Minutes of deceit
Minutes of listening

Drizzling
Drowning
In the puddles of my own
The wind is stirring
Naïveté is stirring me
Eyes are fixed
We are wandering
The enigma of our season