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?