poetry by j matthew waters

sequestered until the equinox

inevitable like astronomical winter
there is no stopping the fall of december
or the rise of the new year

now that the sun is at its least powerful
you imagine what will keep you warmer
hot chocolate or kentucky whiskey
an old quilt and quiet reminiscing

you wonder where everyone’s gone
when or if they’ll ever return
leading you to recall old photographs
stashed away in cardboard boxes

in the back of your mind you take your time
and flip through each and every one

december two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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3 thoughts on “sequestered until the equinox

  1. This one hurts in a good way. It’s the widow in me. Sigh

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