10/4/12 (orange/yellow/black)

the air is cold
but the sun is warm.
wrapped up and folded;
inverted, diverted, perverted
into, within myself.

petals of yellow-orange marigold
scattered on the floor
careful steps, like walking on water.
i can talk to birds,
i can talk to birds.

i feel the chill in my toes
my hands, my fingers, my bones.
save me winter, blanket me in frost
i am wandering, i am lost...

cawing as they scatter,
watch the crows.