It’sSnowing

Snow has arrived

Like a million

Tiny white punch

Lines gathering one

Atop the other

Creating a comedy

Which tickles me

Like fingers moving

Across my ribs

Like meeting someone

New yet vaguely

Familiar thinking that

Someone like him

Had brought joy

To me once

And now wondering

And even hoping

If just a

Little bit that

Like a toboggan

We’ll sit slide

And glide over

Life’s hills eventually

Landing somewhere in

A pile of

Snow laughing together

Migrating

It’s time time

To go I

Hear the winds

Of flight swirling

Around me almost

Lifting prompting me

To come go

Somewhere anywhere else

Remain I do

Hopeful hopefully hopeful

That you’ll change

Change you don’t

So change I

Must leaving you

And all of

This behind me

I’m a migrating

Bird letting the

Winds take me

To someplace else

Any place else

Than right here