Catching Breaths
The winter took my breath
and turned it to romantic frost
a chilled cloud of celebration
in that season's cheerful air

The spring, though, held its breath
and warned me, mind my every step
lest some adverse inhalation
play havoc with my heart

The summer now feels my breath
and recoils from my unmasked mist
my damp risk-laden emanation
the who knows awful what

The fall...
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6 Responses to Catching Breaths

  1. Rob says:

    Good stuff, Craig.

  2. Dorothy says:

    Sobering and so true …

  3. mary monefeldt says:

    Writing from all our hearts…thanks for putting word around it.

  4. Stephanie Velsmid says:

    Poetic and so true!!!!
    Thanks Craig.

  5. Eric says:

    Well done, buddy.

    To be continued through additional seasons . . . I hope.

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