Winter's Ending

Slowly fading soft whispers
Bring me closer to December
flaky, pure, and cleanly pastures
finding solace in the winter

Bring me peace as the weather
befalls your open-faced masses
blistering absence of [the] warmth
cascades throughout the wilting grasses

Show me relaxing death of ideas
Dying breeds will come again
winter comes and slows the world
decrepit waves of amber grain

Kill me gently with your touch
Revive me harshly whence you leave
Times of molasses-moving mechas
turn to summer to finally breathe

I gasp and spurt and sputter for air
bring me back to chilling fairs!
slow my pace and stop my heart!
I’m undeniably falling apart.

Come and find me blue November
I’m not far from where I cast
Bring me home my white December
For this breath may be my last.