When the days become pale horses

Riding swiftly out at dawn

The steely gray of hoof on rock

Beats a steady cadence at the crossroads

Sunlight filters through bony skeletons

Of scraggly trees grown tall

Sleeping wrapped in white winters

Time ticks by like a metronome

Giving the season due pace

The breadth of an azure sky

 Spreads out frosty chills

In thick sweaters & fluffy scarves

We hold the warmth close inside

Cars hiss by spitting gravel

Churning snow & dirt

Holding each other by the amerberina

Of crackling heat of the little fireplace

We try to wrap our love up tight

In humble walls & wooden doorways

Hoping to survive to spring

Whistling winds call & ice grows thick

Life that once burst unthinkingly free

From each bit of ground, every crevice

Lies buried deep in memory