Winter

And as they opened their unclosing eyes
ready for yet another forlorn beginning,
the stormy snows swept over their desires
freezing the moments past.

The apologies and pleadings,
the sorrows and tarnations,
the experience finally
even overtaking their loss.

The damnation becoming apparent
but fading just as quickly.
The simple pleasure of that frost,
those starlike shapes outside the window clear.

That blizard meaning more
than each second apart,
together,
or alone.

Winters commence.