The cold is nipping at my heels again For two days I have been deluded into Thinking that Autumn May actually feel like Autumn
Rows of the skeletons I have shut up in my Cabinets are now standing bare and silent Along the horizon; they taunt, they mock The few leaves they have managed to Hold on to sway in the chill and Shudder when I walk past
Three deer creep up to the patio I watch them behind my safe place My window is my protective cover From all that is outside and out of my Control Frost sneaks up the wood paneling and The faint laughter from the school children Fades into a maniacal howl
Soon the snow will cover the tracks of The poltergeists who visit me at night In white robes blanketing their voices, They surround me and pierce my dreams Visions of violent assault and grief and Helplessness of Seasonal Affective Disorder
Winter steals my Indian summers and Whips me with brutal cold and sleet Warm afternoons turn into car accidents And black ice and broken people Soon the snow will present itself And the sunlight will fade from my eyes So let me sleep until spring.