A Warm Winter
A lifeless morning,
a lifeless me;
With the last of leaves
crumbling away,
Swayed by the wind
from the land of the dead.
The cold’s scorching breath
stung against my skin,
Yet I moved not
an inch or two;
Like a statue
Frozen in time,
A victim to the Medusa,
I stood still.
Before me,
A giant creature,
Twice as big
My courage and
Twice as strong
My heart:
At first a fiend,
Then a loving friend;
Man’s best companion,
Since the days of old…
And thus
Never again will my winters be so cold.
Copyright © Ricardo Zavala | Year Posted 2015
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