Winter Blues

A meter off the ground - it was chilling to the bone and they say high up the degrees drop In a metal bird with conditioned air forgotten are dreams of wanting to fly I closed my eyes -      could sleep fast-forward eight months? we stepped down at the other end of the universe The Earth was wearing white trees clinging on to green in the middle of this I stood very blue the sun turned bleak, gave into cold all time spaced out last day seemed old summer had waned - and for ever, it seemed frosting fell before my eyes, crystallizing tears salting snow nothing stays pure for long I was stuck in a snow globe, wishing the white was pixie dust (you can take home away from a person, you can’t take hope out of them) They say new years let grow new hope but withering winds breed fear alone impatience in its veins and shoulders shaking a spiritless shadow trailed * * * * * * * the ghost of a snowflake settles on my glove cold touch of a memory