एरिजोना

those winter nights when i think i will scream because of the grey, the cold, the snowy winds that freeze my fingertips and make me origami myself into layers of sleeves and hoodies and socks -

- all i can think about is the cool crisp sky blue arizona mornings when the moisture in the air beads up crystal clear on the tips of the prickly pear, the afternoon wind whispering through the mesquite, the morning star still shining in the wide open cloudless sky -

i miss...