A howling heard throughout the House
Bite of a winter wind Soft, fine flakes
An icy negligee Covers the water,
Walking on glass Hearing it crack and
Bright, cold winter light Pushing the storm’s remains Out of view, Reaching down inside of me Trying to thaw The black ice inside, But all I want Is your heat Wrapped around My heart.
All is quiet Still like a grave, Only my steps Break the silence, Heavy and cold, No more Neekerbreekers or Midges, Just the bare limbs, The star laden sky, And me.
Old flesh, Now hydrocarbon vapor Ignites, Warming my home, Host To a most fickle Daemon, Harnessed for now, Til the summoning Ends
The winds whistles, Lonely through the trees, Distant dog Now still, Wet and dormant We wait for the warmth Of spring, But your arms Will do
A wet, raw day Mist falling down Sheets that gauze And obscure your sight Walk through the crunch And slither underfoot, A brief purgatory Before I return Home
The cold Lays on my bones Pressing my flesh In, A fire crackles, Lifting frigid fingers One at a time