Each winter it happens again,
deepening its way into my bones.
Light, lengthening the days, even as
cold plummets to colder.
Gentle, promising colour of sun in
an angle that warms the wall.
Sneaking up from behind to give
heat to my back, you were paler,
even unavailable, until today.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
Each winter it happens again,
deepening its way into my bones.
Light, lengthening the days, even as
cold plummets to colder.
Gentle, promising colour of sun in
an angle that warms the wall.
Sneaking up from behind to give
heat to my back, you were paler,
even unavailable, until today.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
