For a bird, a girl, a friend, a love*

This new Winter has frozen deep; the
Frostbite pains to the core.
Faces so numb no smiles are shown,
Hearts chilled to black.
The wind sings a new song of nails on
Faces; A song of
Anxiety fills the air. Ice lays thick on her
Chest -- a weight she
Should not bear.

Tears stream over apple red cheeks, but
Freeze before they fall;
The boughs of trees bend down under the
Weights of winter to
Condemn her, to shed dead leaves of shame
Naught she deserves.

But there will come soft snows like
Wet kisses on brows,
And wet kisses of brows like petals
On sheets;
Love will warm like the rush of
A blush from stares,
The stares from eyes that reflect
Clear Winter skies.

Though it will still be cold -- and the
Wind a sting -- it
Will be like the season she once loved
So long ago,
And never will she be alone; never
Will her hand be empty.