Winter walks in my icy flesh
Frost clings to my clouded breath
Regardless of season I bear
Some chill and distant wintery air

Aching in my January bones
I shiver and stumble wind-blown
Freezing and shaking eternally
Not even summer can release me

From this grey-shrouded cage of mist
Of fog and snow’s soft kiss
I shrink and decay a little more
I am no Valentine but February’s *****

Even in the death of December
And as the earth slowly remembers
Warm sun and bursting flowers
I grow barren by the hour

Untouched by spring’s warm breeze
My soul as winter’s trees
Wizened and dead to the world
I am more of despair than a girl

Deceitfully I walk this place
Frosted eyes decorating my face
To hide the gale howling behind
The china glaze protecting my mind

Dog-tired as an insomniac
Constantly afraid of looking back
November’s rain in my wake
Delicately cracked I am a fake

Lips whisper cold as glass
Unsure how many years have passed
I maintain my cold isolation
Frozen from anticipation

I watch summer spread jealously
It cannot permeate me
With hope and life like another
I will be ice forever and nothing other.