Sometimes I find myself pulling strings
Out of book bags, shirts, and little things...
Out of the blue you hugged
me so tightly, I honestly thought...
Wrapped in your arms,
listening to your heartbeat...
I can spew out poems
on a white page...
You are
Winter...
Sometimes I get so giddy on possibility
that I spin wildly with the world...
I remember this one time,
when I was thinking so deep...