Sweet, soft, slow and strong.
Winter is a time to ease into you.
There is no place for them to go and no place to grow.
To use these last days of warmth to gather all need so into hibernation we will go.
I am going to ride the last waves of summer all the way to the very end.
I found pieces of you tucked away in the closet; Soft sweaters from changing season chills.
Kiss me because it feels like home when your hands are in my hair and my heart steadily beats.
I could feel my feet steady on the floor
I stood up and said goodbye for the very last time.