Shelter

Wake up to the smell of ash,
Fall asleep to perfume and smoke.
Winter breathes, you moan and gasp-

Please keep me warm,
Please give me hope.

Dead Leaves

A whisper of your voice
And these dead leaves dance,
In the darkness and cold,
A whole life comes to chance.

Seek me not in the summer,
But in the last breath of fall,

Seek me soon, my dear lover,
Or let the wind
              take us all.