A Cold Spring
It is catches you unaware
Creeping in the invisible pockets
Suddenly there is a light frost
in your home
in your bones
Running in place you try to stay
away from icicles forming around you
Asking them to leave
Making offerings to the winds of change
to bring back the warmth that you crave,
that envelopes you in safety
The fight saps your energy
Kills your ability to rest as tendrils of
wind lick at your toes
Admission of defeat rises up your spine
Breathing becomes a struggle as
if feels as if blocks of ice are resting on your chest
In the end you leave to seek a new resting spot
Hoping that the warmth will return to you.
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