We fell
into winter,
dry cold
when the wind blows
and hated every minute of it.
We begged
for the thaw.
Each and every one
rescued on holidays
a severed ember,
lit a fire
and we exploded
and imploded
every once in a while.
Hang on tight, Dear;
for grim survival.
The snowdrifts pile up.
The day demands our perfect sacrifice,
abundant in this land.
Burn a candle,
burn a forest,
burn a village;
no consequence.
We’re both deniers
in the bone chilling wind,
but saviors
in the sense,
that warm winds carry
those miseries
that we don’t see
in Winter.
So let it stay frozen
and let our entreaty
be unto the frost.
I told you once,
that when Winter comes
we’d make the most,
we’d get things done,
but soon we hated
every one
and eschewed the gifts
they gave us.
Oh Winter;
how you’ve made us wrong.
Twisted our resolve,
so long.
We have denied
the truth inside;
that our salvation,
should we survive,
is in you.
HG – 2018
