Comes the frost upon the windowpane
We feel its chill touch it we cannot
Lays its pattern out an artist cloaked in pain
Until his creation is bethought.
The world surrenders locked away in rime
Each fragile finger reaches out to brush
Falling short broken frozen each in time
Our carnival of impulse shivers lust.
Warmed by perspiration, tears and fears
We leave our scar to break its lattice pattern
Learning surrender to fates’ sharp spears
The frost endures the cold its burn.
Silent unawares long rest unworried
By Spring lost in love on a distant pole
Its promise all we have is buried
Snow drifts quietly over our Soul.