Winter Solace

You are the season of introspection

Shut-up, closed in, bundled in layers
Steamy cup of caffeinated something
to keep hibernation at bay.

Grey, shaded, muted, solemn

Drained, sapped, bled of blush and bloom.
I stand looking inward through the glass pane
That fixes the napping world a centimeter away.

Not to say you’re bad or hateful or unkind

You have worth in my eyes
And a kind of longing when you’re gone
A needed retreat from this world of ravel and fray.

You are the season I ask of myself

The existential questions:
Who am I? What’s my purpose?
Is this all? What is real? ...and I pray.

I pity the lands who only know

Sun and temperate climes
Never know a warming fire or
Solitude of quiet- a spiritual abbé.
                                                                              4/11/13