Escape From Winter

Pin prick tattoos from wind nipped lobes, designs from cracked and wrinkled scrolls; don’t leave me in these Winter robes a wand’ring soul…a wand’ring soul. I don’t embrace night drunken suns or drizzly, drowsy rootlessness where vines lay bare ‘round garden runs, such fruitlessness…such fruitlessness. I’m horrified by North-wind chides that seep through secret cracks in doors. Don’t leave me where the Winter thrives o’er frosty shores… o’er frosty shores. I’m numb when sun is layered thin and ricochets off bars of ice and snowmen judge my every sin with winter vice… with winter vice. Just take me with you when you leave away from teasing thaws of war, where trees take shapes from the bereaved no Spring in store… no Spring in store. Don’t leave me in this haunted lair, the dank and dismal realms of night; my heart can’t bare the stale affair all painted white… all painted white.