a winter in august

It's windy but I'll

Weave a poem

For this thin air, 

Surrounding me

In a suffocating silence. 

I'll say it's

Breezy. 

August never been 

So cold.

As of now, 

I'm shivering, 

Knitting cardigans, 

Out of the fabric, 

Which was supposedly

A raw necessity for

Sheets of warm smiles, 

Wrapping me up like

A snug.

Here it is, 

To cover up

For the 

Freezing tears, 

Long lost.