• WHITE BREATH
    by UC Poika


    The fall rains complete, as the great Flyways
    Welcome the geese and the ducks without delays,
    The Cycles, prepared for Winter snows once more
    Wait on the wallboard the same as before,
    Charting decreases, temperatures made by the change
    In patterns, that only seem to be natural in range,
    Which is normal, being that it is, the end,
    Beginning to turn darker, more a grayer blend
    Than bright white, sunlit an ever-shortening time
    In the deeps that Winter keeps still from springtime's grime,
    Protected, for eyes not wishing to see the rot
    And decay the death of Summer, Fall has brought,
    But where we see our breath it seems there's also death
    So, breathe, the cycle's ever-nearer its last, white! breath?