winter sees summer coming, or
a change of metaphors
it has been windycold, the snow
intermittent
but fierce
ice slick
sending me
careening
out of control
on my ass, or
across four lanes
twisting back
the way I came
stuck in a ditch
does ice ever
melt? the wind
carries me
lately, to land
to pause
retreat
return
I a butterfly
and you
you the flower
warm
in a patch of sunshine
thank you, thank you, thank you
it’s quite a lovely poem