Snapping at me
Glimmering for but a second
Like the muffled sun
In the dead winter
Lingering
Unwilling to love

I stand
A shivering heap of man
Clutching no one
Writhing in agony
Praying for salvation
From dead winter

Slowly
As the season changes
The warmth returns
The sun no longer muffled
Banishing the cold
Back into it's season
And as dead winter fades
So shall my memories
Of you