Crinkly Rust

Trust is a dry leaf
of crinkly rust
scuttering across
a dying yard
giving chase
to fleeing faith
in a mad rush.

Anger drips
raucous doubt
into the tin pot
of my mind
I can't find
a scrap of hope
to wipe the soot
you threw
on the panes
of my life.

Driving snow
makes me blind
My spirits low
I serve time
behind bars of
love soddened will
and walls of cold.
Grim winter
creeping in
numbs my soul.