Ice

From fire to ice. Huh.

Short piece this time. Not something I REALLY like, but it's something I needed to get out.

"Winter-Heart"

 Still, I can again feel the growling winter
     dawn over my thawed insides,
     can sense the sweep of the Arctic
     and the crystals that will build me,
once more, into who I was.

It has been a long summer,
     but my heart is a season
     and you, my dear, are gilded
     and brown.

I only hope you say the words before I do.