There's something so romantic
about backtalk frostbite
nipping at the tips of your ears
while you're seeking
the isolation of winter.
I am one to sit in the snow
and sigh with fervor
the truths of living daily life
to an appropriately barren wilderness.
Don't listen to the tiger tell you
tiptoes are forbidden amongst the silent
for there are lessons to be learned
over near the extremes of the earth.
Nod your head with proper understanding
while the wind whispers lies of fright and uncaring
as Winter, though timid, is open to all suggestions.
I make sure to take heed, to be cautious
and keep my words inaudible
and my footsteps invisible
as I welcome the deep chill of revealed character.
And so, I exist
bathing in the permafrost and dancing in the tundra. |
Submission Name: Winter, pt. 2
