Winter’s Meeting
Winter has laid its cold hand upon me
Its chill reaching to close within
Like frost fingers searching
Numb channels, stiffened too much to shiver.
Chipped out in lacey pattern
Parts of me have swirled away
Caught up in blasts, twirled into the leaden skies
Disappeared from view, forgotten in the still.
Winter, so unbending cold
But stark in beauty
Stands in defiance, waits in covered quiet
Bidding remembrance, it shuns my ungloved touch.
-I.
