Winter advances and claims my warm heart.
Blood freezes the veins of my chilly limbs.
Dead leaves pour into my bowl and their tart
taste slips past my frozen lips, deftly skims
over my rebelling stomach to fill
The snowy void left by fall’s bitter end.
Naked branches bend in the shrill wind’s chill
Torpor consumes me, to sleep I bend,
In its’ icy, breathless embrace I drift
only to waken when white blossoms kiss
my lashes. Lifeless to lithesome I shift,
reviving to greet spring’s advancing bliss.
I rise; the cloak of life I quickly don
lest winter’s waning claim my life anon.