Winter is a cold hunger’s reign
harvesting warmer passions
that are buried beneath
white frosty sheets
and soft fleshy frames.

It is a longing for vitamin D
the nutrient that we need
for adequate levels of energy
and a host of other necessary
****** functions.

It is the time for that crap
cabin fever, dark dreary lethargy
of creeping depression.

Winter is made for forgetting
when warmer days return
like a victorious king,
rising.

Until, time dethrones him
by its frostbitten whims
when that harsh season
begins again.