Insubstantial

Thin meagre remnants
of rain
- what might have been rain -
raining down cold and soft

thin and sparse and far apart
coming together
in the threadlike wind
that needles through your clothes
that makes you huddle closer
to yourself

spacing your footsteps maximally
don't bother to avoid the minor
crevasses

don't bother now, it's too late
but the year is almost over
it's too late
to change anything until then

does anything give you hope like that?