estranged in winter—
glue turned blood wishes
to stop flow, dry and
break like plastic—
a hangover from a
previous season
when change alerted me of time,
forward momentum in colors
from green of summer
fallen to a brown ground,
premeditating a dying season.
The title's very pertinent. Adds a new dimension to the seasonal change it depicts. Things r subtly turned different within a more conventional pattern- as with "break like plastic". Liked the curt style.