forty five

mountain fog fills your lungs
ice creeps into your heart
winter is entering intravenously

the trees have shed their skin
the sun has grown thin
November strips the mountain naked

climb to the top
and cast off
the things that you never needed
your eyes have grown old
and your fingers cold
hold onto
the thoughts you've never spoken

white snow is falling fast
it fills your small mouth
and freezes the ends of your eyelashes

the yellow grass on the balds
is beaten by the wind
as she pulls you toward the frigid cliffside

climb to the top
and cast off
the things that you never needed
your eyes have grown old
and your fingers cold
let go

forty four

my sister saw your face buried in the leaves

but i don’t believe her

one day she cried
she saw me walking by your side

but i don’t believe her



it’s been three long years
that you’ve been gone
and three long years
that i’ve been sorry

my sister hold my cold hand
through the wood
and i love her for it
her dark eyes say that she knows
all that i don’t

and i love her for it



the fiery trees
tell me it’s autumn again
and i wish your head
was here on my shoulder

my sister rarely laughs
since you’ve passed
she loved you more than i could
i hold her close
and tell her to let you go
but she loved you more than i could

together we run through the snow
to your little grave
together we say hello
we blow a kiss to your wintery face



it’s been three long years
that you’ve been gone
and three long years 

that i’ve been sorry

it was three quick years
that she loved you
it was three quick years
that you loved me
i’m sorry sister
that i didn’t know
i’m sorry lover
that i said no
we have no time
no time you know

so let’s wait three months

and she’ll be older
and i’ll be wiser
you won't be forgotten
but after the winter
is when all things blossom

winter

something from my "streams of consciousness" or whatever it is I write all the time.

I thought I'd share before the spring.


I've always loved winter.
I used to like it because that's when Christmas is and I was a selfish little kid who wanted to fill myself with sweets and get lots of presents. When I got older I liked winter because it meant seeing family and no school and laughing a lot. When I hit high school, I liked it because I thought it was cool and a little bit edgy- because, I mean, who really likes winter anyway?
Although time has passed and I've gotten a little bit older, I still love winter.
It's still my favorite.
I love it because it's a reflection of where I am in life- really it's a reflection of where all of humankind is(andhasbeen) in life.
Winter is cold.
Winter is bare.
Underneath the beautiful clothing of soft white snow and grey days is a deep sort of ugliness. It has all the potential to be stunning-it just depends on the viewer.
The most common thread between winter and man is that they are both waiting, longing, hoping, dreaming about Spring.
Spring-when life begins.
Spring-when earth and men are how they should be- lovely and blooming.
But the dead silence of winter and of man has to happen before the life of Spring and eternity.
The heart has to be completely cold before it can be warmed with light and live.
So that's why I love winter.
It is the only season I can empathize with.

praedicare veritatem.
proclaim truth.

The tale of a lovely cardinal

Kate was a blast to shoot. What a good sport! It was definitely around 30 degrees out today.
Styling etc-Me
Modeling- Katherine Gaither

Mary Em