Margin

Flying over the
creeping dark of evening
I see
remnants of snow on the
margin
Tucked in shadow through
the day
Hint at the cold night to come

I wonder how long I would have to stay for that cold to seep into me
But then I realize I've brought my own chill

Warmth at the center is self-serving

If I want to learn to truly love
I have to melt
the frosted fringes of my heart

Forgive me, a sinner.