“If in every breath you strip naked just like winter, the joy of spring will grow from within.”
Staring at the blankness of winter’s abyss,
my heart was eclipsed.
Winds were muttering, rattling in the eaves
to do as it please.
Murmuring in corners
swirling through form,
devoid of warmth.
Acquiesced interludes of light peeped through,
scattering the blues.
In melancholy whispers
of a fragile heart,
gloomy acquaintances required a jump-start!