The Season Inside

Its beauty yet again plunders me, Into magnificent realms that hide Deep within my every thought Where I ,like a new tenant, Seek comfort to reside In the warm abodes of Winter. It has come yet again With its white painted sky Like a dripping white towel Whose waters slowly subside Like a pain that has been eluded, Avoided, denied Its gusts that blow across The many prolonging miles Bringing all windows to shudder Like lost whispers and voices Found and compiled Into a vague resonance. Its unmelted snow That at every corner lies Lingering for the tepid Sun of Spring to rise To melt away Like an unwanted memory. And all that it holds Is but a fraction that glides Within, A sheer reflection of the world Outside The snow, wind and rain of The season inside