11/27/2025

Sapped breath taken, 

frostbitten the day made broken,

for times like this easier to stride with

thoughts of timeless kept secrets wishing,

for myself, a token of something lingered,

a gift and thoughtless promise,

that times of grace given for ardent want

might be better thanked

by banded leeches leaving

for far shores waiting,

and hurried notions of forces collected

bear burdens of hearts given, 

in times of full-depth ire,

happy to lean back by the fire.