O Winter
Long season of curs-ed dark
How I loathe thee
Your snow-slush streets
Bare branches reaching like frozen fingers
Thieves of night, caught
Your long nights haunt me!
You make yourself intolerable:
I suffocate under snow beds,
Drown in March rain
Each snowflake pierces me
I collapse in a snowstorm
O season of cold asphalt
Black ice, black tarmac, black thoughts
With each bleak starless night,
Heartless wind howls while
I slip further into disrepair
& despair
Begone, foul-weathered tyrant!
Flee from May sun and hide thyself!
Hot summer days hold no candle to thee –
They seem like sanctuary in their hot monotony,
Sticky-fingered, salt-stained joy
Begone, Winter, and may your cold ensnare me
No more!
