Pieces of Sky
By Trent Thiele
Eyes pointed toward the bleak heavens,
the ground is dotted with white freckles falling.
Fragile flakes landing on my frostbitten cheek;
as I cup my hands together softly,
catching a piece of sky. I gasp,
with shivering hands and wavering breath.
The sky cries out with a bellowing gale,
as it reclaims the pieces that I held.
And as the frigid blast blusters against
my house, icicles fall into the snow banks
below. Wispy breaths creep from within,
beckoning for me to come home.