A Winter Day

A Poem

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

winter of a new place
greets me, not with
a cold shoulder, but
a front porch smile

the evergreen tree stands,
though slightly slanted, in
an album of bay windows

its green hooks are still
mostly naked, waiting, but
upstairs, the pictures have
finally found their walls

now-scalding water glides
down windswept hair as
candles burn, while I blink
away the worn-down days

our clothing rests on
the bathroom floor
as makeshift towels

and you decide
to miss your flight.