• Sometimes I can feel my heart falling…
    Falling….
    Falling into a stellar familiarity
    That continually takes me back to the days of
    Cold January mornings when the fire would be lit
    Beautifully and brightly in the dark living room.
    The only thing that seemed to bring life to
    The cold bricks and boring plaster made up of this old house.
    Falling into a familiarity of frost bitten memories
    That would sink slowly into the dirt, melting away
    With the cold, white blanket outside; victim to the hot, bright sun yawning to
    Say hello wearily to the days passing slowly.
    Fading sadly into Spring.
    Watching as the sun ruthlessly murders away
    Our Frosty’s and Jack’s. Their fragile limbs falling to the ground waving their
    Last good-byes. Their button-ized facial remnants thrown into a puddle
    Now made cold, oblivious graves.
    Every now and again, I can still find a vestige
    Of what used to be my well constructed snowman.

    Toboggans put away reluctantly matched with
    fingers crossed hope
    Of another snow-filled Winter to sing her enchanting lullabies to
    Children around the world Reaching for umbrella’s as April threatens it’s
    Unwanted rain. And I can remember the way the smell of the rain against the sidewalks
    And streets made my nose flare and suck in breath more wildly than usual.

    As little children played loudly in the puddles being made upon the pavement and
    In the grass, such agonising set backs for the day ahead as children
    Would muddy up their shoes and clothing.
    Mud following almost constantly behind their
    Small bodies, heard from down the hall of their pre-school room. The squish-squash a
    Dreaded sound for teachers everywhere as they would enter their classrooms soaked
    And terribly bedraggled As summer came
    Fast approaching.

    The sun growing hotter and bigger each day. School children wildly anticipating the final day of
    Lessons for three months so to
    Waste away the summer with dog day afternoons and make summer memories filled
    With swim suits and vacations around the world.

    Ice cream influenced dreams run wildly through our minds as
    The heat slowly builds and peaks itself in July as demons’ eyes
    Finally let themselves slip into a hibernation, waiting for
    The sweet sound of Winter’s melodies calling them up
    To haunt children’s snowy innocence.
    But not until a few months while the sun’s rays settle And trees shed their leaves,
    Leaving themselves nude against the terrible cold fast approaching

    The sad little trees watching people’s coats get heavier, and their breaths becoming
    More and more noticeable
    Against the air as the tape rewinds and my heart is sent falling…..
    Falling…..
    Falling into a stellar familiarity.