The Color of Months

My ice cream does not melt,

I slowly twirl a frozen cherry.

Atop a mound of sinful delight,

Temptation proving the rightful winner.

What I feel in my heart underwhelms the soul,

Like faded rose petals--shadowed a color.

For a month so short,

It offers absolute freedom.

Where do I go from here?

Katryese Austin

(c) 2/8/2022