WynterWise

Thermometer hands,
Too much like mine
sink not nearly slow enough
to a sluggish stiffened rank
The underhanded cheat-code
Of Wynter’s not so chill campaign
Designed to weed out the weak
In slow serial killing streak
Disguised by seasons strain.
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Frozen Herald's hibernation.
Sweet Somnolence,
My dark lover beckons
To abandon agile action
All divinely fashioned function
Lured instead to imitate
The petrified
the Insensate.
Wheels (tho wobbly) well-intended
Grind to glacial pause
*selah*
Now to fodder fire,
To gather fuel
Re-string my lyre.
Stone soup set to eternal simmer
Gather in, All in!
allow my well-banked fire
softens icy bones and  frozen claw
I’ll crone a song of older ways
My grief remembers where you are
I can cover your/my Nakedshame
In a quilt, hand stitched
From what remains
Do not despair arriving Winter
It's leisurely advance.
Dear One, this is my promise
This too will also pass.

e.holloway 2018