Winter's air

Delicate and light as the wispy cirrus clouds of the windy months

Heart fragile like paper, isn't it?

Feeling numb, aren't I?

Not numb, just easily stormed by forces weak and strong

Say it’s the quiet breeze or the fierce wind

Strangely too vulnerable, too delicate to be broken?

This winter air's dark magic

Has precisely stirred leaves and created whirlwind

Beating on top of already-unbearable fear and anxiety

Sometimes beyond endurance that skin be cut

Flowing reds on soft white leaving traces of lines

How can a world feel so alienated and estranged

What elements are absent in these times to be responsible for such extremity

Paralyzed in the moment

Lost in the air of December