The sun sets again

That time of year
When the winter’s moon releases the sun’s rays
I check my spine, intact, tired, arched.

Warmth welcomes,
Straightens, lifts
The ruins of the long-dead cold
Black, blue, grey
I opt for rose.

Its thorn pricks my pride
I'm far too old, stiffer
Pull up.

Looser I drape my heart over my ears,
Dropping to the floor
I cannot wear a mini skirt
Anymore.