A Winter Solo

There is nothing as calm and nothing as still

As walking through the new-fallen snow.

Sweet and cold and brutal, I will

Brave the cold and resist the chill.

When one is walking through the snow,

He looks up at the dancing sky

And sees the flurries, and he knows

That despite cold weather, he will grow.

The winter freezes bones and hearts

And icicles are daggers in the long, fierce night.

A winter moon shines from a world apart

But casts its glow and seeps into one’s heart.

The time it takes to take its toll,

The cold weather knows not how,

But one who has seen and braved the cold,

Will be strong forever and forever will know.