034 - February 3 2024 - on winter

they told me the winter could instruct my mind
that it, relentless, cracks and peels our pretense
it is not without mercy, nor is it kind,
it simply is, in true sanctity and depth

its power is peace, it lulls the world to sleep
it blankets fallen leaves in its soft domain
and far below wracked barren branches it keeps
small burrows snugly, until spring comes again

but the call to pause, when one wanders the void
is a siren’s lullaby, make no mistake
this place may be tranquil, but it is not warm
and once you succumb to its call, you won’t wake