Bleak grayness permeates the mornful sky.
Surround sound of the frigid air
Is so thin, a barely uttered sigh
Reverberates like an offensive blare.
From dusty innards of our stuffy homes
We venture outside in sheer delight.
Our pallid winter skin and aching bones
Soak in surreal succulence of light.
Stark numbing coldness of deserted alleys
No longer hurts, but offers a relief
From thoughts that linger in the deeper valleys
Of our minds steeped in senseless grief.
Such in our lives unsheltered and tough
We walk through winter solstice of our love.
