Poem: Evergreen

I've been waiting for the cold to show up for so long I couldn't stand the heat, the humid, and the bugs But the winter has taken the leaves from my tree It stole from the branches, the twigs, and the shrubs I try to grasp at the rot that is left, But the frost has bitten my fingers to stubs I'm left with half of the flesh on my hands, All swollen and mauve from the congealed blood If only the…