End of January and spring is still very far away (unless you live on the southern hemisphere, then this is still summer, with fall quite a ways away yet).
When I strolled out of the jetway into the terminal there was no sign of the snow storm that had stranded me in Columbus the day previous. There had been some snow on the ground when we taxied over to Terminal 1 to be sure, but the sky above us was a brilliant blue with a sleepy winter sun shining down on the world. It felt like one huge trick had been played on me, one which had now successfully delayed my homecoming with one long day.
I have made other efforts on this topic, one day I might repost them all to show my progress.
A little poem about blood and family.
I carry my heart upon my sleeve
Though it’s a foolish act
To let it sit so openly
Exposed to all that harm
I carry my nerves upon my skin
Where they throb and pulse
They swell with all my troubles
Until they’re fit to burst
I carry my hopes upon a string
Like a kite they flutter high
Though when the weather turns on me
My dream kite crashes down
I carry my dreams upon my tongue
Both the bitter, and the sweet
I let them linger in my mouth
Until they are forced away
Another snowy themed poem.
There is a certain…Structural thing I applied to this story. I wonder if you can notice it or not.