The Fold Into Winter

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I’m walking through the
Queen City,
moving toward what?
It’s late
November, late afternoon,
The light, leafs
through its book of buildings.
Tall high rises,
The trees telling a back story.
My thoughts are
dark, tangled, melancholy-
as my thoughts
tend to be. This is not a
forlorn plot.
I’m content, enough. Biding
my time, on Trade Street.

In the distance. I hear the
bluesy notes of
a saxophone. For a moment
the sky opens
for me. My imagination shines
like an angel.
The air is so vibrant and busy
my whole body
feels weightless. I let my mind
wander down a
rainbow path. Time turns around
I am the princess of a
lightless country. Free from
the angst of
my mind. The molecules part
for me. I breathe
in serenity. The horizon clear.

I hold tight to the illustrated pages
I listen to the noise
of magnolias. I’m released from my self critical ways.
The words behind words are full of
grace… for once
devoid of longing. I brush a bouquet of daisies
from my hair. My own avant-garde
parade- lace, glitter,
sunflower seeds. I hold tightly to
the plot even
as the sun decides to deviate
from my happy
narrative, turning back into
clouds, tumbleweeds,
and hornets.
I accept the fragments from
the sky. I have
no choice. The stained alleyways
beckon me.
All I can do is keep walking
All I can do is live this life.
Write this life.

-Tosha Michelle

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36 thoughts on “The Fold Into Winter

  1. sunnyday

    “all I can do is keep walking….all I can do is live this life”…..
    Potent words that I try to live by….

    winter is hard for me …I suspect I have a bit of Seasonal Affect Disorder….I try to remind myself that eventually spring does arrive….thanks for reminding me to put one foot forward and “keep walking”….

    Have a lovely Monday!

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    1. sunnyday

      Thanks for making me see it in a different light πŸ™‚

      I forget how breathtaking it can be an early morning outside with complete silence and snow covered hills. I will think about that as I plod through winter this year!

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  2. WOW!! I was spellbound from the get-go and the very visual, magical imagery pulled me in deeper and deeper yet. I love the juxtaposition between the bleak and lightness. The last line seals the deal: Write this life. Indeed!

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  3. jacobemet

    “The light, leafs
    through its book of buildings.”
    Saying so much with so little. Spellbinding.
    I had to re-read this, wondering to myself, “who wrote this?” (As I rarely pay attention to the author due to most of the drivel on blogs)
    Of course, when I seen it was you, I smiled. Of course you wrote this.

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