Winter

underneath sun-drenched winters we find
a layer of dust composed of divine scraps
and sticks we brought in from the forest.
don't go where you aren't supposed to
she whispered to her daughter
a mantra-to-be in reverse
for nowhere found everywhere and swallowed it hold
since sometimes is summertime is
not right now, kid.
So giggling gathering will be our
sport as we wait for the sun to
rise, to rise,
as we wait to close our eyes.