Stop kindling the fire. Wait until the embers are Enough to forge a season; To kiss hot skin to sleep Or to the raggedy edge, to tease; Not all for fun but again to feel The glowing ashes left in the pit
Kept alight, I felt their heat And how they dwindle -- Stifled by the chill of passing time And the many crystalline branches Chipped from snowflakes
"Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories..." The sentiment reduced to shards; You were my winter warmth, But it's my spring that Carries the frost