My Winter

Cold Stops the beating heart And Ice Freezes the soul. With every step the Flowers frost, the Plants perish, the Singing ceases, the Living die. In the wake of those footprints You leave Icicles Sharpening to a point where Water once flowed; Wind that Bites and screams where a Lazy breeze once blew. The buds had just begun to bloom When you turned your face away And with it went the sun. Fading light leans away from the Earth, though Only a moment ago these two were Inextricably linked. This Spring cut short prematurely By this inexplicable Winter Is such a pity to behold; Such raw potential in those Slender shoots of green poking Just above the soil Could have been harvested in plenty When ripe in Summer glory, Yet you have stomped them out like Weeds. There, on the horizon, I can see it- A faint glow of fresh gone by That’s just beyond my reach. Lean back a bit farther, and let me Center you back in my Sky.