For Now, I Am Winter Poem by Zachary Edmond Lockhart

After the last drops of rain, a silence emerges,
spreading as a crescendo of grey melancholy.

I open the window, light a cigarette,
feeling the cool night air run its fingers through my hair.

In the street below, leaves fall and scatter,
they look like people from up here.

I lift my eyes, and look at the evening stars overhead,
hanging in their silent repose.

The end of my cigarette quivers against a cool wind,
the night is extinguished-

For now, I am winter.