A game so great
A game so small
Someone will rise
And someone will fall

Thought you won
Then you lost
Felt the warmth
Then the frost

Step back
One more time
Walk forward
Feel sublime
Crash course
"You are mine."

Winter is leaving
And the breeze has become lazy
The frost is becoming lukewarm
And
The winter apparel’s are getting vacated,
The closet is being revived.
The birds are approaching,
To their old habitation.
And
The bonfires are no more required
To make us warm.

The cold has abandoned the world
Everyone has come out
Of their houses
Rejoicing
Because the frost has finally melted away
Everyone but me

I couldn’t be warmer if I tried
I have no heat left
I gave it all away

One degree to those people I
Used to hang out with 3 years ago
Who caused me so much turmoil
If I had had the choice
Even then
I wouldn’t have chosen them to be my friends
They were too nice
Too good for me
But they were also horrible
In all the ways I am not
I did not belong with them

One degree of my heat went to
The girls who were always so nice to me
I didn’t have a place
And they took me in
They made me feel secure
Too secure
I felt so secure
That I thought I could leave them
When I really wasn’t strong
enough to ever do that
But there are some things I can never get back

One degree of my heat
Goes to my weird, wonderful friends
The ones whose hearts beat to the same tune as mine
I didn’t leave them
They didn’t leave me
I just realized
There was never enough between us
To even call on of them leaving
Abandonment
I just saw the love
They had for each other
And pretended they had it for me, too
It worked for a bit
But only for a bit

I have no heat left
What degrees of it I had
Have been lost to the storm
The blizzard that chilled
My heart
The snowstorm that cooled
My bones
The frosting that froze
My body
The cold that crept into
My mind

I am a frozen corpse
I have been a frozen corpse
But this is my last season
My last winter
For I have become too cold
Which will push me to finally do it
To finally thaw my frozen corpse
To finally end it all
Then everything will finally be warm

Reflect upon the history that's left behind
swim in the ocean of predictions and expectations
gliding along with the arrow of time
orbiting moments of quick sensations
as we dance round in a ring and suppose
but the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

The guy who wore a scarf at the bar,
he chose not to write
because he's ‘no Hemingway.’
I told him no one stops me.
Memories of Ginsberg, Frost, Thomas,
and even Bukowski's drunken ghost
make me feel at home in my words.
That didn't change the guy's mind,
so I told him to drink up
and do something else.

-Ron Gavalik

I've never walked by the woods on a snowy evening,
Never have the snow covered paths ever held my footprint.
Oh how much i desire to see the snowflakes floating by,
And how i crave to taste one on my outstretched tongue.
I've never built a snowman or had a snowball fight,
I never knew the arrival of Christmas from the chill of the night.
Oh how i long to see a blade of grass enveloped in crisp frost,
That melts on the softest of touch to reveal the lush it veiled.

I wish to sit by the crackling fire at home,
In my warmest clothes,
Reading another account of a snowy night by another man of words,
Sipping a spoonful of hot soup,
My face all red and smooth.

I have but known these snowy days,
Through the eyes and ears of the masters of verses,
And would they cease to hail the mist and snow!
Oh how i wish to revel in the fun and frolic,
Beauty and wonders of the cold.