Winter air
Cold as ice
The frozen sea within
The only way out is in.
Encased, scattered days
Pictures holding lost ways.
There he goes
It’s only the wind
Mein Kind.
She knew him then,
As she knows him now.
A bird sits in a tree,
A bear goes to sleep.
The truth lies underneath.
Crushed feathers in the snow.
There he goes.
A door forever closed
It’s only the wind, my dear.
Leaving her out cold.
© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2016.