Killing Frost

The hard killing frost always meant that it was time to squirrel hunt.
Smoke fingers lifted high in the clear crisp Valley air.
Passing down through the hollows
Crossing creeks
The soft crunch of wet leaves releases the scent of an ancient forest.
If the hunt is successful or not matters little. The passage of time is the bounty of the morning.

Where the fuck have you been?

We've been passing around the memory bowl

And the bottle of forgets

The more we smoked

The hotter the bowl

Your place was set for your lately unseen soul

Come gather to us

And drink our wine

I'll tell you this

Our worlds ain't fine

Spark up the embers and let's settle this dust

Two and three of us together deserve to kick up a fuss!

Regrets

The secret kiss I left on her neck

Very little of her perfume was left after our night

Just a taste of warmth and salt

I cared so deeply

And cried softly

I knew there wasn't time for me to stay

Her body craddle up in a tangle of cotton sheets and dreamed future

The curve of her neck was where I left my sorrowful kiss

Then to the night I took my leave

Smoke

White smoke tendrals floating away from me as so many failed lovers

Walking away with none of the questions answered

Disappearing and leaving my mind to ache with the unknowing

A flaring ember, bright and fast they came

Leaving the taste of love and regret on my tongue

I felt the sting of passion and am left numb for the experience

And my eyes are left cloudy from the drifting smoke.