winters return 24.11.24

And hidden in fragments of snowfalls crescent,

through bitter afternoons,

thoughts wonder through sounds,

of heels clanking rough on the ribbon of painted sidewalks.

I hear the chant,

and I feel the winds carrying entices of church bells whispers.

I come to a halt.

I allow this soul to escape and seethe through a nights warming cold,

when skies cascade to darkness, 

I am welcomed with the open arms of a lonely moon

and Ill stand so clear, with arms just as wide,

I welcome this moon as it welcomes me, 

I welcome this darkness, as it welcomes me.

With trembling palms cursed with the birth,

of the uncanny bitterness of the night i stand in.

The winds will rise and tighten its grip.

But a tough grip feels soothing,

when it is all i have ever felt.