Sunday, January 10, 2010

Another Winter

I can take the snow-
it's weight of white
that settles in the wispy trees.

I can take the ice
that forms like cones
when the air starts dropping by degrees.

I can take the cold-
it's shuddering touch
that clouds me with a frigid hand.

I can take the winter-
it's restless soul
that blankets sky and sea and land.

But I grow afraid
with each new day
that my heart will freeze
and stay that way-
A solid mass of ice and chill
that tries to thaw...
but never will.