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Frozen Reality
Winter held me in its grip, in its hard clasp
Refusing to release its claws' tight hold
My reality became a frozen ice land
My horizon became one with the tough tundra
There was no height, only depth. And that, chilled.
Distant sun appeared briefly, shone weakly, left.
Fierce winds tore ragged chunks of time away.
Gaping jagged holes, frozen in wasteland, remained.
I longed for spring's joyful arrival. For warm survival
I dreamed of summer's sun- hot and heady
And then, you appeared.
Joy first. Sunburst. Ice cursed. And melted
