In the languid flow of eight in the morning
she scurries beneath the lethargic settling
of the chill of great October
Learning much
teaching everything
and saying nothing
she hasn't heard before
The dull encroachment of winter
pulls our eyes down
like the flowers come to wilt
under the heavy frosts
In summer!
Summer!
We were alive
and now it is a fight to move our legs
oh we of the winter mountains
and sweaters drawn tight around ourselves
awaiting the spring again with baited breath
The savage runners
beneath the snow
waiting with painted faces
behind classroom walls
spears of longing
for longer days
and Chopin plunking desperately
on a piano played two hundred years ago.
I am a child of Saturn,
of death and the winter months
but so too am I a keeper of this earth
freezing over like the stones in the ground
and begging for some warmth to touch me
This thaw cannot come soon enough,
for i fear that we shall all die alone in the snow
with hardly the energy to punch through the ice
to see the sun again.

The problem is we are all the same,
We love to look at what we have became.
Embarrassments and good memories,
But the pains and sorrows are our clarities.
They bring us back to what has to be done,
Ripping away all of our fun.

Now is the time to change the pattern,
Fly to the moon maybe Saturn.
Chase the happiness you deserve,
Before life wants to send you another curve.
There are endless possibilities,
And you are the only one that has to see.