winter's death brings
a renewal
there's comfort in it
when you're under your blanket
watching the world fade to white

there's something on the
other side,
a life after your past;
it may be worse or it may be better.
time will tell

if you're gentle and kind
a harmful past will resign
a medic's touch
a trustee to fall into
a shoulder to cry
a name you can call upon
a love that you must

streetlight snowflakes
winter passages
icy gray
inviting shadows
a calm silence

cold days, heat by fire
falling leaves or falling snow
warmth of loved ones

thank you.
from the bottom of my heart,
thank you.
but the top of my heart hurts,
it hurts for it is healing.
it speaks before it discerns
before there is concern,
it may speak venomous words
in some vie to be heard,
it may seek to capitulate or the absurd,
to be under any of these terms.

it hurts, but it feels good
when you're here.
who knows,
maybe this will only be
half a lifetime.

take a drag from your spirit cigarette
a kiss on the filter, your lips of scarlet
the moonlit night, a chilled wind of air
a loving sight, your beautiful hair
amongst the felled leaves
with their purpose to fall,
slowly dancing upon
the brief hint of winter's squall

I dream of you by my side
and your name calls
as I look upon the sky
I feel you here yet you whisper
through silence
I wish you were here
to speak up to their violence
and although I turn cheek
to make it 'no matter'
visions of my creator
are hard to discern through
the chatter