Winter

feel like I’m sinking
clawing at breath exhaled

frozen alive

in this drift of recollection

moments mesh together

forming hours

days

weeks

years lost

just clawing

forgotten tidbits of

nondescript happenings

that all too easily

consume

sadness takes over

was I sleeping

did I miss

all the good stuff

all things taken

those not worth mentioning

but meaning

everything

do the memories that

weren't found to be worth

remembering

shape the memories to come?

Is it that

I've missed the beauty

of the single flake

for the fury of the storm