Thoughts On Winter…

The only thing that grows in the barren winter, is madness.

Winter asked me to sleep in her midst of exile ..she was not kind..watching me unwind. Winter asked me to burn every fire grey..and watch it blow away. She asked I lie alone.. so  I know that she is home. She said she stole the sun and the moon is on the run…..the skies are dark and low and  the clouds are crying snow….

How the mercury retreats!
Recoils and slumbers
Thin scarlet serpent
Rendered spineless
By  winter


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