Winter Winds

Those winter winds feel like spider webs. First the breeze catches my ears, a slight shudder signaling a shutter-full-year. Upon the busy boulevard, where booze is bought in boisterous bars! Where laughs are loud and ladies laud, and all the assholes, they seek applause.

Pacific Winter Winds, they greet our coasts. The taverns walls littered with festive toasts. Cold as ice tapped in brewhouse glass, the ceaseless drinking can never last. Neither does the cold that bites the cheeks, nor the faces of people we sometimes meet; as the night negates the naysayers words, and waning warbles melt like wax warped worlds.

Such Proud people with potent drinking pedigrees. Shouting they stroll, stammering to the skies in stubborn reprieve. Guilt garners in gullies, like grime that gushes out the drains. To drink and forget is to drink without blame. To hide the hidden heels that hinder one’s hopes, they slander their stories and live up to old tropes.

Still this place is but a part of me, a year unearthed changed the life I see. For things that past, life, death and pain; the cycle turns but new life is gained. Even with winter’s warring winds; wet my wisdom, it withstands waves washed against my past sins. Perspective pinned, like a poet penning perspicaciously, thoughts transcend, trot the tightrope thoughtfully.

Twenty two, this special year. Loss and hurt, life and happiness; moving forward; mourning fate! Duality dueling, the devil duels the divine deity; the yin and the yang a year yearning for two opposite things. Learning to love again, letting love luster and living through its lens. Living life like I lived in light. Even the winter winds, cannot turn dark what burns bright.