Sincerely, Jennifer x

Winter whistles from afar,
her melancholy melody beginning,
along before she is reborn.
The trees are trying to hold on a little longer,
swaying in the breeze to the song of their demise,
in denial,
but happy,
and so, they are left to their doomed dance.

I am waiting,
to be reborn, or rescued.
I’m never sure which.
One begets the other,
and I become another, either way.
They say that home is where the heart is,
but my heart is a wanderer.