cake

as winter approaches I find myself craving
the peak darkness of the winter solstice,
the time when twilight is
reduced to a spark, and the edge of my becoming
has been eclipsed by postponment
nothing can be until the fertile season returns
,meanwhile alifetime of dreaming and
then the cold spell mus tbe endured, this fear of the elements
equates to the fear of death, as
one who is drunk with hypothermia, would rather
sleep curled in a ball upon the snow
until consumed by a primordial flame
and then the breathe is extinguished,
the candle snufffed, the spirit spills into
the universe effervescent, I lie
in my bed, reminding myself to savor life
to postpone the anxious hours and
once again learn to live, today I really want
to ski but outside there are only rocks
and a sugary spill of snow, this dog will
have his day, this sadness can be defered
to the next world, Today Ill eat winter
like a piece of cake, before winter like
a phantom eats me