Is it necessary to feel winter on my skin?
Witnessing it should be enough.
Watching the cold, wind, and ice screaming.
Faced with winter’s piercing touch.
The reflection of light, blinding.
Slower, with lethargy, frosted.
I should not have to permit,
cold’s friendship close by.
But it is necessary,
to remind us of the harshness of life.
A commentary on winter,
some seasons slicing.
Even the cold-swept barberry,
is buried in frozen afterlife.
