whisps

it is drafty in my heart
all the corridors
left open
to whatever elements
might see fit
to try and enter

and the winter
lacks in wonder
except for that
wandering with
heavy footing
in my head

and the constant rush
of life pumping
the white noise of it
slowly cracking my balance
but not generating enough heat
to warm the space completely

I have always loved
the bite of winter wind
so despite the gusts
and the elements
attacking the human condition
I manage to keep a steady beat