given the cold a new name

they say, "if you've seen one mountain road,
then you've seen them all.",
but my capturing eye has seen many
which differ from the last.

and if my eye be a camera,
i'd lend you each photo taken
from the enclosed view
of an elongated car window.

you see, i'm a dreamer of many things,
but no muse or movie
could've placed in my storehouse-memory
the unexpected views seen this day.

and reader, whoever you may be,
it's been a cold few days in the carolinas,
but past and beyond nature's biting breath of ice,
the still-life pictorial documents
of mosaic leaves, mountain tops, disorganized trees,
ivory snow, and transparent ponds and creeks,
have been given a new name
by me...

...

and i've thought of you, my dear,
each night that transposed into day.
your figure has left me impatient to return home.
it collides, and it dances
yearningly in my chest.

i've drawn quick sketches of that precious face
which i wish to see,
even as i pen this descriptive piece.
and i've given october a new name;
a sweet sounding name, which desires your attendance
to be with me.