Winter
Susan Griffin

This winter sickness
took hold of me
but I was ready
to be held
and fell willingly
into solitude and
dream.

In my mind
a numbing snow
covered hot
causality
and I began to wonder
at all my years.

Weariness is not a lesson
but it leavens
want.
There would perhaps
be other lives
to live
but reaching
into the warren where
soft creatures hide
my hand gestures
kindly,
Don’t be afraid.
It’s just you and I here
in the dark.
Nothing matters
but this.