Mr Winter (five years later)

Late December

so much snow

 

Mr Winter

came early this year

but we are getting old

 

This year I’ll make an angel

and send her off

with all that time spent waiting

dancing in the snow

 

I belong to nobody

and in belonging I rest

bleeding from the sleeve

of my greatest test

 

I still have thoughts

that keep me grounded

a budding wish to grow

 

Mr Winter will not linger

I still have miles to go

 

(* The Original Mr Winter was written in 2005)