Winter Solitude

Bleak expanse
of the bitter taste of winter,
a retching solitude,
hard core of pavement,
wrapped frozen around,
tassels on a spear of wind
that penetrates fluttering
its sharp thrusts
of flurried tunneling
between rattling bones.
I never feared winter
as much as I fear it now,
white ghost
smooth sheets
thrown over absence,
empty footprints,
stinging vengence
frigid empty space
pressed against lips,
sucking out the marrow
iced over remains
of symbollic warmth,
leaving dread ice cold
monologues
of frozen breaths,
one heart beat
bundled up,
flesh binding of dreams
fallen into blinding drifts
of frozen out,
blown apart,
into another lost season.