My springs autumnal
And my summers are wintering
You’d never know the season I’ve left behind or now entering
Likely winter-long co-exists in with the spring
As the Autumn shade in a summer dress, manifests to a real thing
These seasons with no rules
Give them some kind of order
But my spring is autumnal
If you ever cross my border
Branches bare
Black and white print
Cloud covered blanket
Adds shadow over tint
The frozen ground
Unpliable and plastic
Threatening, overhead
Dropping white static
The Sun feels its age
Winter owns this place
The warmth of my body
Versus the freeze of outer-space
I shiver in a fit
I breathe as a dragon
Red/Blue and swollen dead
I’m wintering, a cold cannon
I Eat Let.ers 