Your wind whistles
I hear it
Snow hustles
across the ground
bands surround
then drift

Your cold chills
I feel it
Icy blast
on the skin
forces me in
door slammed

Cystal ice
Looking through it
Clear water
frozen twisted knife
reflecting my life
moving swift

Solstice short
I shiver
Daylight cut off
nights too tough
I’m sad

But spring will come
It seems forever
IT WILL COME!
holed up inside me
I’ll weather