Let the rain descend and sacralize the blood-stained earth
Let it veil the martyr's body and wash his mudded face
Let it be destructive, let it collapse the skyscrapers as we rebirth
Let the lighting streak the sky, let the thunder play its music as the winds dance with grace
Dance with me, collide your body with mine, let us become one and let us fight the overgrowing darkness
This is the last fight, the only chance to revive Winter and to create Spring

She is different, you know?
She shines a brighter light
She smiles a brighter smile
She is like the Sun,
Everything revolves around her.
Seasons change because of her and I fall in love like I fall for autumn
Every winter she makes hot chocolate for two even though she is alone because
The idea
Of sharing yet another Christmas by
Herself
Is too painful.
She pours it in a cup and let it sit by her side.
She imagines someone will walk through the door and sit by her side.
She imagines he will smell the beverage and
Smile
At
Her
She imagines someone will walk through the door and care.
She bakes cookies for four and gives them away to people with a smile.
But she smiles and somehow I can see it is broken.
Her smile is broken.
Her laugh is empty.
She is different, you know?

A weak impulse
to reach the light.
Winter's language.

Cozy wool sweater
the weather is fine and dandy
the sky is a matte
of the ocean blue
similar in color to your eye's hue
   Thinking of your smiles
   warms me like your hugs do
To stay cool
I picture days, breezy and serene
I draw two figures laughing, holding onto
each other, radiating passionate pleas
of exclusivity. I want to kiss you
in front of others, I am tired of
hiding my affection, with so many over time;
I want to freely call one mine.

Soft as silver and just as bright,
the waters glowed briefly but brightly in the night
A lone child sat by the river,
body pressed still, barely suppressing a shiver.
Clothing too thin on a body too frail,
cold winds and winter tidings turned his skin ghastly pale.
The waters flew gently on a bird's hidden wing
- flying downstream as moonlight off the surface would sing.
Silent and unbidden save for the gentle flow of the spring,
The dark forest a mystery, foreshadowing a tomb.
The lily still, was the only thing left in bloom.
Amid a forest of bare trees and darkness, it stood a lone sentinel against the gloom
Delicately nestled in a thicket of thorns.
It stood alone against winter's arsenal of storms.

The sky is a sea of ashes
An enigma of flame
Red orange light clashes
With the blackness in its frame

The air is brittle, its essence is dry
Like the smoke off a fire
Whose embers are about to die