winter

 i take the shrinking hours

i watch them drop below

the horizon

                    that is really just a wooden fence

i forget where they have been

promising the lie that ill remember them

always

a return to unease

the last time

backlight red

drifting into blue

through the window

watching eyes go blank

become reflections in the snow

night like before

seems to shiver like 

midnight

the sun barely down

there's no switch to

release 

the last time

to make sense of 

where the cloud goes

when it's gone