Winter Loose

I shiver as I look back over the months. I balk at the thoughts that run through my mind. It is not cold outside but an icy wall built within. The music from the speakers ache with my melody. The old questions again: how do I measure and see? It is not fresh in my home but a chill wind crept in. A cloud of living creatures darkens the eve. A doubt rises from the hidden fertile depths. It is not bracing on the street, I walk swiftly by. Your breath the wind of the south. Your words warm but from the desert. It is not arctic in thy heart but I dare not go in.