An Elegy In Winter

in the freezing storm, I sit beneath ancient, blackened elm upon numbing snow, ready to pass from this realm it's been but a few days, yet my face betrays the ware of years an expression of solemnity adorns my face, my cheeks bedewed with frozen tears along with my frozen heart, which can never be thawed I stare at the sky, ready to see if there is truly a God Death embraces my broken form as I begin to tremor with utter longing I remember the heat of our passion in this coldest December into his care I surrender his caress so tender the edges of my vision begin to darken my last sight is of rising snow and a meadow of dying roses the petals have been poisoned dripping with blood from my weeping wrists I'm coming to join you my love