My limbs
Waiting for the bloom
Stark and barren
In the heightened desolation that only seems to grow
I remember color
I remember flowers
I remember having a heart that was warm
I become the winter

My words
Used to be sugar sweet
Becoming rotten fruit
The death of what was beautiful when it was alive
I remember growing
I remember reaching
I remember feeling and having feelings
But I'm a soul becoming cold

I become the winter