snow fills all that is
freezing all that will be
while standing in the road
lost in the anesthetic squall
i am winter
wild and cold with frost
for hoary beard and hair

while spring is the ever-dream
with her inviting green eyes
moist breath sighing ‘live’
to these frozen cracked ears
here at the end of the years
knowing that when luscious lover zephyr appears
so barren frigid old man cries as Thanatos nears

ahh but what a cry –
as the warm breeze brings the flood
to swell the tundra land till bursting
and Persephone breaks forth from the grave
singing of the passion of the dead
and bringing
life!