winter’s tussle
Theres a war
That winter brings
When the birds stop
Singing,
An incessant restless night
With no end-
No beginning.
Intriguing shadows
Depict battles
Made by the firelight
In evening…
And it keeps me dreaming.
Glorious
Is the day that comes
After Decembers longest night
peaking solstice.
The sun is finally
Irradiating down
On Embittered numbness,
Warmth and solace—
giving back
Every dream
—That February ever
Stole from us.
Exchanging memories
Of endless summer days
Heavens ports,
Now open to us.
Winter
never should have been.
Underneath the sun
Where everything lies frozen.
Nightmares
Crystallize in chunks
Of Ice, on a vast and
boundless sea of preserved dreams.
Death a refuge.
deep sleep,
A stolid slumber.
The inconsolable,
The freshly
Broken.
Life Comes to all
In both,
toll and token.
Frost begets the snow
The snow begets the storm,
The storm in tandem
Wages
Against the refugees of war.
What wistful wishes winter brings,
What rue the hare more than being damned to white?
When voices no longer are singing
And hearts,
No longer
ringing?