Cold Breeze

Cold Breeze
Jay Chambers

The high breeze
Blew across the hills
Like a chilling aspiration
Of the breath of God

It hits me
Like a hard slap on
My cheek

The effect is
I am transmuted
By the alchemist of memory
From a man
To a boy again
My mind filling
With sweet memories
Of Christmases long past

It snowed one Christmas
My fingers were cold
The wind was blowing
As the snow took its leisure
In blissful descent
To the anticipatory ground

Cold breezes are more than
Fond memories
As their daggers once pierced
My mourners suit

My tremors awakened me
As the wind struck
Piercing the hardened armor
Of the heat-dried blue sweater
Filling me with chills
Instead of memories