To Winter

I pity you:

So black,

Downcast,

Pale as if

All your blood has been drawn,

Drawn or sucked

By a cruel beauty;

Beauty of a white storm,

Leaving you stark,

Empty,

Broken hearted.

Poor Winter,

Why do you come?

When you are bereft

Of love,

Of warm emotion;

So cold,

So hollow …

There’s the wind

Blowing in your blank mind,

Inciting evil.

Why do you come to us?

We meek,

Vulnerable,

Feeling humans.

We need each other

To warm us up

In defence.

That brings us close,

Makes lovers of us –

Perhaps,

That’s why you come!