daysick

I felt a little warped
standing under an autumn tree
and waiting for the leaves to fall

the spatterings of sun across my form
enough to make me turn away and hope for snow,
sick of faux brightness,
copper and gold

when silver held my soul in a lover's rapture
begging for release
and I couldn't comply
spring mornings found me lying in the rain
waiting for it to freeze

and knowing it never would,
not while I wanted it

so I smile as the sun burns me
pretending in the fall
that warmth could move my heart