Anatomy of Winter

The sun slips a wink And wilts a few degrees Like ritual, September passes Leaving a wet headache- October falls fondly, Pawing the door like a hungry cat. Strewing orange gifts and straw. But Winter arrives, And a chill broaches the air January’s sunset catches the glass. The trees branch like bronchi Ventricles fall like lace over the eyes Bloodshot, usurping every last tear- Underneath here- the skin prickles and bones grow, Like coral, hard and skeletal, it barbs the nerves. I’m cold, but every season has its will, Spring is on the way.