Winter of my Content

Pastel blue
Winter sky
Stained dark
By storm clouds
Piled deep

Winter’s breath
Paints frost feathers
On icy windows

The north wind
Gathers in its lair

I am ready
For the coldness
Ready for snow
Ready for the coming
Content to be
Content to wait

I do not give in
As others do
I do not run away
To where
Jasmine filled
South winds blow

I will not hide
I will not cower

The cruel north wind
Crouches as a lion
In its hiding place
Ready to devour

Long bereft of leaves
Trees hug themselves
Clench gnarled roots
Ready for the storm

I know it will be many days
Before winter will relent
Content in mind
Content in heart
I wait
And I watch
The pastel blue
Winter sky
Stained dark
By storm clouds
Piled deep

My warm breath
Falls upon
Icy windows
Frost feathers fade

North wind
Springs as an arrow
From some
Frozen bow

Birds flock
Huddle, shivering
In naked trees

I am eager to face
The brunt
Of the new born storm

It is my intent
To be one
With its mighty heart

Content in mind
Content in heart
I watch
The pastel blue
Winter sky
Stained dark
By storm clouds
Piled deep