A Year of Poems – Day 103

That off kilter
one nostril sigh
of a cold settling in
for a long stay,
settles out into life
till the world spins
and the breath doubles
to bring in
the necessary air.
So it always
seems to be,
in this season
caught in-between
winter and spring,
when the wind
has too little breath
to blow either way.

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