Barely Breathing
crisp scent of autumn,
leaves dancing on the wind
crunching beneath our boots.
trollies rumbling.
while we are waiting,
barely breathing,
to see you.
in the still and lonely moments
before the dawn.
breathing in the icy chill and
acrid smell of burning logs,
there snakes a path of light
through the barren trees.
I wrap your quilt around me.
as the dawn rises I am waiting,
barely breathing,
to embrace you.
~kira
