Thin Air

“At this season of the year, darkness is a more insistent thing than cold. The days are short as any dream.”

— E.B. White

We wear the gray 

of winter like a heavy

coat, the long “a” 

even sounds weighted 

and tired, but January 

exhales a thin air 

after autumn’s bluster 

thins the trees, 

earth’s lungs, no wonder 

in the leafless winter,

we find it so hard to breathe.

—C.L. Fisher, January 2022

Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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