Month: November 2018

I Call It Winter

this melancholy has a name
written dark in evening rain
upon pavements city stained
this sadness, I call winter

nights which bite like wounds grown old
that promise nought but bitter cold
it is for this our summer’s sold
this pain, I call you winter

life is stopped, its heart bereft
its lungs long since have tasted breath
a frozen corpse is all it’s left
this death, I call it winter