rain down.

fog the windows & breath in the air /

fog my memories of another place.

clouds roll /

in outside & in our heads / turbulence

buffeting stiff wings & standstill hearts /

take flight /

through dead leaves sheathed in frost /

the first of the year burns my cheeks & we /

rain down /

cascadian winters moss-laden & ice-dusted /

my childhood now / red-rust iron crusted /

tears dry /

on my cheeks / oxidizing in the cold

morning air / while I forget the / sight of

a swing set

& how mulch would fly after a fall. /

how it would hurt like hail as they

rained down.