Unattended Tire Swings

Sometimes it takes an honest person
To know the difference between
Falling snow and frostbitten heart strings.

And when the tire swings linger unattended
We
The children with the inconsolable smiles
Will bury our worries
In the blankets we hide beneath
Tuck our sorrows into our boots
Shake the tears from our misty umbrellas.


The absence of leaves nor the quiet of days
Challenge our anticipation
For what we understand is cold means lonely
And we run from cold
With our layers and our libations and our lusting for closure.


And so we are safe here
In our artificial warmth
And our genuine companionship
And our falling snow.