If Winter Calls


“If winter calls should I answer?”  mother had asked.

Her words such as peeled back bark.

Earthy and sublime, a slow pouring wine.

The volume of her sentences were never said…in moderation.

It is four in the morning and I am awoken to hanging on.

What ground had just been broken?imageedit_1_9514658845

How many more sleepless black and white moments, sullen and justified, would this go on?

Ashen, Irish, ashes all that was left in the morning.

When memories woke up.

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