White Canvas

Poem

Before long the white canvas will melt
no one is to blame
other than the sun

the darkest month and coldest season
If I won’t name thee
you don't exist

I won't measure my words
spontaneous isn't your trait
but birds whisper in your presence

who are you 
waltzing in and taking with you
wheezing breathless hearts

under your weight
movements slow
finger…