Leaves squelching and soft,

The morning newly crisp and cold;

Back to bed, say I.

Pies are in the oven

Family quiet eating

They finish and yell

Shattering the air

One thousand sharp shards remain

All peeling away

Blooming radiance

A shrinking violet far gone

A gust, then silence

A room abandoned

Viscous cobwebs quiver here

Undisturbed still space

Creeping slowly down

Yellow turning dark and black

Is it really me?

Chest seizing icy tight

Numbness in the fingertips

Can I float away?