09-14-2014, 02:00 PM
Here's the first edit (original version is below), long overdue! Thanks for all your feedback guys.
frostbite Version 2
frostbite
april cut into the frozen city
with long fingernail scratches
of running water and suddenly brown gardens
the air fell heavy onto the eaves
of houses eager to open their doors
i stepped out and spoke
into a space filled with spring
guess i was just trying to hurry things along
trying to warm the air
trying to clear the path
trying to make some sense of this transition
the dragging pace at which winter melted away
i stepped out, leaned forward
and spoke
too soon
because the mercury sank back into the glass
rain became needles, trees frosted thread
threatening to sew winter back into the sky
and the air retreated
into a dull but biting winter chill
as if afraid of my open chest
displaying december's frostbite
and january's cold words
and i apologized silently
to the city and myself
for thinking winter could be defeated so easily
frostbite Version 1
april cut into the city
in long fingernail scratches
of running water and suddenly brown gardens
and the air fell heavy onto the eaves
of houses eager to open their doors
i stepped out and spoke
into a space filled with spring
just trying to hurry things along, i guess
trying to warm the air
trying to clear the path
trying to make some sense of this transition
i stepped out, leaned forward
and spoke
too soon, i guess
because the mercury sank coldly back into the glass
and the rain became needles, the trees thread
threatening to sew winter back into the sky
and the air retreated back
into a dull winter chill
as if afraid of my open chest
displaying december's frostbite
and january's cold words
and i apologized silently
to the city and myself
for thinking winter could be defeated so easily
frostbite Version 2
frostbite
april cut into the frozen city
with long fingernail scratches
of running water and suddenly brown gardens
the air fell heavy onto the eaves
of houses eager to open their doors
i stepped out and spoke
into a space filled with spring
guess i was just trying to hurry things along
trying to warm the air
trying to clear the path
trying to make some sense of this transition
the dragging pace at which winter melted away
i stepped out, leaned forward
and spoke
too soon
because the mercury sank back into the glass
rain became needles, trees frosted thread
threatening to sew winter back into the sky
and the air retreated
into a dull but biting winter chill
as if afraid of my open chest
displaying december's frostbite
and january's cold words
and i apologized silently
to the city and myself
for thinking winter could be defeated so easily
frostbite Version 1
april cut into the city
in long fingernail scratches
of running water and suddenly brown gardens
and the air fell heavy onto the eaves
of houses eager to open their doors
i stepped out and spoke
into a space filled with spring
just trying to hurry things along, i guess
trying to warm the air
trying to clear the path
trying to make some sense of this transition
i stepped out, leaned forward
and spoke
too soon, i guess
because the mercury sank coldly back into the glass
and the rain became needles, the trees thread
threatening to sew winter back into the sky
and the air retreated back
into a dull winter chill
as if afraid of my open chest
displaying december's frostbite
and january's cold words
and i apologized silently
to the city and myself
for thinking winter could be defeated so easily
Let's put Rowdy on top of the TV and see which one of us can throw a hat on him first.

