In December, the sky turns
blue-grey and branches bend and sway
like a ballerina.
Winter is here and we denounce it.
It’s a marvel—
the way an ending and a beginning
can look the same. Autumn slowly fell asleep
tapped winter on the shoulder
ever so softly
and said
It’s your turn; be gentle.
Please be gentle.
Nicholas Olah has self-published four poetry collections, Where Light Separates from Dark, Which Way is North, Seasons, and You Are Here. Olah’s work has been published in Humana Obscura, The Poetry Lighthouse, Anti-Heroin Chic, Wild Roof Journal, and more. Check out more of his work on Instagram at @nick.olah.poetry or visit his Etsy shop at https://www.etsy.com/shop/nickolahpoetry.