Winter is
calling my name.
She wants
me to partake in her game.
She wants
to show me the hole
so I will be able to bury my soul.
Winter is
calling my name.
She wants
to encourage my shame.
She wants
me to know when it will start,
so she can run away with my heart.
Winter is
calling my name.
She wants
to make her claim.
She wants
me to worry and be afraid
so I will go along with her charade.
Winter is
calling my name.
She wants
to extinguish my flame.
She wants
to lead me towards the dark
so that I may lose my final spark.
The 50 year old poet 