I don't want the winter to end
winter is a time of loneliness
it seems ok to be alone in winter
even together we are bundled
against companionship and touch
Winters were not always like this
There was a time they were filled
with sheets and shared warmth
instead of separation and time
life stands still, frozen solid
snow falls soft and rain falls hard
covering everything with ice
things cease deteriorating
they are locked in time
as much as they are in ice
i dread the spring thaw
recognizing the dead things
will begin to decay again
their death being forced upon us
even as new lives
are born from the corpses
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