...Then came winter's bitterness.
Numbness swept down from the east.
The lost cold and hungry gently collapse
into the endless fields of soft luminous white.
She sulks from silver towers, she could save a life.
He says he hates us and he's afraid to try--and I know why.
Trapped under winter's paw,
I'm the animal.
Frost invades and steals my breathing.
Distant dimples glut with glitter and comfortable.
Outside the wolves are waiting.