how harsh
will winter be
sowing ice and snow
harbouring growing hunger
what starvation knows
carving insipid nightmares
never just icicle tears
whatever will
fear and darkness bring
that summer smile
you mostly wear
so you don't seem
so fragile
agile and slippery
even sometimes
december blue
as glacial ice
you don't easily
frighten or scare
I have no blood
halloween thickening
my thin ghoul soup
truly summer's over
what a ghastly try
flaming drying fling
now it's mostly
falling leaves
thrown down
by unseen ghosts
blown around
crowning october fires
this other eerie thing
hurricane autumn
one more boastful
weary blue moon
toasting this
hurricane stew
til old man winter
once again
gaunt and undaunted
after all this
autumn haunting
hounds of hell
pounding on
my wanting door
winter with its
flaunted taunting
such cruel defiance
lack of sunny
even fractioned warmth
as I tactfully lay
my fool head down
to actually sleep
those frigid winter nights
frosting my rigid brow
such dark and cold
yet there may be
some stark respite
despite harsh blizzards
creating drifts
so very deep
while I think
abating rifts
try to connotate
dreams of spring
fresh leafy life
sprouting new hope
revealing lighter
brighter things
what winter said
with its hysteric
insistent drifts
occasional mystery chinooks
those historic sighs
like something
out of story books
if we should
simply bundle up
so we could cope
over long months
enduring frozen weeks
surely that downward slope
scoping out
winter's bitter dread
commanding wishful hope
sublimely arctic
demanding frost
dressed with resolute guise
addressing winter's steely
icy eyes
hibernal realized
muttering and pounding
at my shuttered door
frozen sounding
lonely days and nights
sometimes thin soup
mashed sardines
on dry toast
unabashedly placed
on crusted plates
featuring bread
eat and ate
bits of insect creatures
cupboard litter
on frittered cakes
void of garden salad
nearly naked matters
verily slathered
with madman oil
rather than sour vinegar
distilling old man winter
those chilly days
into gelid nights
heaped and mixed
beneath those
cosmic starry lights
feisty osmotic cold
boldly meeting
carnal winter dreams
such a gasping greeting
grasping snow laden hinterland
with hope's vernal stead
as raving winter tests
every aging lonely heart
it's hard to dream
sweet love as summer
while stern winter
seldom rests
at least that
is what
it always seems
for all those
isolated raging hearts
crazed shoveling
unfazed winter blowing
heaps of snow
into chosen mounds
beside stormy drifts
piled high
winter's frozen gift
residing outside
beguiled winter
it always seems
insulated and tried
inside those
hoar frost dreams

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