january leaves

winter
in addition
to the cold
and the extra blankets
coats, shoes and socks

we have
a second skin
grown from the past
hard months

january leaves
and february falls
upon us

the trees outside
no distraction of spring
yet

no green
on branch
or wallet

and the house
is a disaster
crying out
for a cleansing spring

I was never that
much of good
and uncommon sense

too much in the moment
blown from season to season
a human full of love
and creativity
but short on what matters
to the organized world at large

you fell in love
with this
and now
find you must live
with it too

I am sorry
but not really
as no one is good
at both sides of the coin

and our dreams then
were greener
when this was still on the other side
of where we were

I will keep
looking ahead
if even to only spring
there is still
a lot yet to bloom
and I am not done