In the grip of winter -
Arms behind your sleepy head,
Invincible in summer,
Diagonal on this icy bed.
Pillow crossed with moonshine,
Tiny tears shed,
Innocence of a soul,
Raking up the dead.
In the grip of winter -
When the sun is breaking through,
New glass fills the windows,
Blocking out the view.
Magnolia flowers to early,
Fragile buds of May,
Looking for an exit,
Looking for another way.
In the grip of winter -
Skimming stones on bitter lake,
Treading with some caution,
Afraid the ice will break.
Tending to this garden,
Putting down the hoe,
Waiting for the fire,
In the vestigial shadows.
In the grip of winter -
Stow away the gun,
Holster your conviction,
Hold that narrow tongue,
Paint a pretty starbrite,
Lunging for the air,
Your sleepy head, turned away
From my vacant stare.
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