Winter Walls

I woke up this morning to warped window sills and bloated walls. The snow got in.

I took the blanket with me and went to the window.
Running my palm over the warped wood,
I watched the snow melt and drip off the rooves below,
knowing that Fall was over.
I might not have noticed it, but for the bubbles in the paint.

I'm too tired for Winter and the heaviness of it.
I just want to go back to bed and
sleep through this season without you,
but the cold's inside me, too.
In the night, it soaked me through and through,
filling me up with something that,
I hope,
will wake me to my own life again.