so long ago
as we walk now through the frozen grass
and hug our tatters close
though our overcoats are whole
oh, free me foul wind from your distress!
I cannot bear the taste of your breath
on my neck
feel me now wind
are you ashamed that you are taking my warmth?
look at me know wind
and count every goose bump on my back
do you feel your cold the way I do?
oh for the smell of heat!
the familiar rush
of a tendril of spring life
the warm bath
coming into my being
like a wave
yes, I smell this heat, wind
and I will not lose its scent
I will not close my heart to its smell
blow though you may
I will feel the life in me still
and the warm hand of spring
on my cold back
telling me that winter is passing
you are nothing to me wind
your cold hands have rummaged through my flesh
but they did not defile me
the sun is coming
children are laughing in the distance
and I can smell the heat