in wintertime desperation

beautiful sunset smile,
one with novels for eyes
and a dozen bookmarks for my choosing--
but which question will I pluck first
to best understand her?

i wish to clasp at
your cloud-soft coat
and be drawn through the sky
as you journey 'round planets.

in wintertime desperation
i wish to see you more
and share a thermos
full of warm apple cider.

but how will you receive it
if i fasten the zipper of your cloud-soft coat
as we prepare to leave?
would you prefer to do it yourself?

and will you perch
by my side?
or would we just abide?

as the valorous trees
release galleries of leafs
toward the ground,
i hope to spread the designs
by marching through,
and being happy.