I’m ready to begin,

ready to ignite,

ready to disconnect,

ready to write.

It takes a while until those tears marinade the meat and bones.

The leaves have crumbled into winter and winter has fallen 

bitter- below freezing, icy- storms trembling,

some think last days, 

some remain unbothered 

some are concerned with climate change 

I think Maya Angelou “Nobody but nobody can make it out here alone”

I think Emily Dickinson “I could not stop for death”

I think Gwedolyn Brooks “I do not want fire screaming up the sky families killed in their doorways” 

 I think Ladan Osman “I watched the three legged cat grieve you, head in his paws”

I think of me the darkness inside & I’m not dead yet 

_____________your poet Krissy Mosley__________________________