Winter
Winter is a thief:
lite on light, terse on time, chilling cheer, hijacking hope
Winter is a bully:
cowardly, cruel, crotchety cold, cripples cupid, clamoring cover
if sleep is death's second self
winter's the zodiac's purgatory
a forewarning of the coming dark abyss
a preview of the inexorable dark cold void
we start out with hopeful plans, enthusiasm for projects, enticing the muse
end up wanting to escape, muse muzzled, staring at walls
limp and lame
winter days are eventless, empty, evacuated. Life
cheated, chiseled, cuckolded,
by the Winter God
the sun God is adored
darkness of night is abhorred
the cold is glum
our spirit goes numb
She hijacks our spirit, imagination, initiative in a cold freeze
and when she leaves
our spirit has to be gently gradually thawed out,
like a holiday turkey with freezer burn
our defrosted damaged daemon reemerges
a frost bitten version of its former self
