winter rain

the gathered cold of hundreds of years
soaking your umbrella
i still have your umbrella)

wet leaves curling in this winter wind
grey-ghost bird-wings slapping against my legs
like remembered insults

my hand shaking in the cold
i open a door in my heart
and summer fireflies cascade from my hands

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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