Sunday, December 9, 2012


In this coldest spell
The days are abridged
The fog is indistinct
I wonder what the nights may bring.
Then the nights turn lagging
Swaying emptiness --- a well described
Alongside this pathos
Which belongs to this wight.
From this sight, I see
The crystals are cascading
Much as within walls --- and poles apart
The dream of you snowed my heart.
This solstice could distance the pair afar.
Yet this spell
This winter
This December
Only makes me love you, beyond measure.