Cold Wind

The wind seeps deep and penetrates my skin.

It cuts cold veins and swims into my blood.

The bite outside begins to prick within,

And chill me through as hatred does to good.

I step and step and fall into its grasp.

I am too weak to stand before a breeze.

But bowing down allows the chill to pass,

And gives a warming breath to still the freeze.

Now prostrate down, my sluggish limbs find rest,

Till fickle heat abandons me to death.

The winter night devours warmth in chest,

But even frost still leaves a hint of breath.

For Love descends to thaw my frozen heart:

The coldest night prepares the warmest hearth.