Kurt Philip Behm Poet Free verse

When It's Cold

I want to die
in the winter,
—when it’s cold

With the reality
of being alive, stronger,
—than all fantasy of being

Where branches 
break crisply,
—like a soul in decision

And the wind carrying away 
on its distance,
—all strength and pain

I want to die 
in the winter,
—when its cold 

(Chicago Illinois: July, 1977)

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