soniacookbroen
New Frost
These seasons which change in them remains
the buried vestiges of our yesterdays
worn soles dug from last years winter clothes
in bins
in basements
we scurry
frenzied suddenly
and awoken at once
by the cold
we have no longer become used to
the Earth freezes all of its bounty
so that in the Spring she can release us from our hibernation
as she liberates the tiny buds and new growth
which have been protected so long in this winter’s icy shell
for now we stare at vast horizons of white and watch as pink sunrises
bring the dragon’s breath off the frozen bay
we sleep in cocoons of one another’s arms
and bear it as teammates
so rugged for the last push
until we can claim the color green
to our eyes
once more.