Winter Blues

Call me winter and I'll melt for you Expose bare branches for the perch of new blues Find my joints bending cold and achy like the whistling days Enraptured by what spring brings, I can't handle it this way Even the browns bring more comfort than the stark white of our disposition I pass you in daytime to walk into night Call me winter and I'll hail for you knock against all the answers that we always knew Pounding enough to echo what rings true The hollow of concave structures that your lure leaves behind you are the breadth and depth of what's 'ripefully' mine