Past who plays like December in dream
has the gall to ask January to wait for him,
with voice that is a footprint in snow-time.

There are no more footprints next to this line of them,
suggesting his loneliness doesn’t sit like a dome;
snow is scattered over a comet tail’s, Welcome Home.

The impact of the holiday season to the high holly
leaves a season beyond sky, and a feeling two snow angels
will still have four wings, but a world of body.

Though he doesn’t touch the ground, he wishes anyway,
upon lampposts that float like his abandonment,
upon footprint-pages, of January through December.

Author Bio:

Daniel Lockeridge is a twenty-nine-year-old Australian who has self-published two collections of poetry and a collection of meditative reminders. His Instagram page – @danlovepoetry – has allowed him to deepen his love for free verse. His poetry has been published in Reverie Magazine, Free Verse Revolution, and, on multiple occasions, The Winged Moon Magazine.