Colly and cold in the creeping winter night
Hot breath steaming in the moon’s silver light

The denizens don their down coats and knitted caps
Shielding supple skin from the biting wind’s grasp

Wrapped thoroughly tight from body to brain
Thoughts clogged in the cold as a clotted vein

The people take to their snow strewn streets
Slipping on wet slush and solid ice sheets

While I sit inside in self-imposed solitude
I contemplate the company I conspire to elude

But if I went to join the frozen-footed fray
I'd fall and lay frozen
Rotting away

I'd die divinely and
Spring would descend
Dead and dessicated,
My soul will ascend

Deceased and derelict
My body remains
Devoured by Earth,
And Death is renamed.

(2013-2022)