And ever still, the unceasing bite of bitter winter
Tramples across every inch, sticking it to every nerve.
Like a creeping glacier so charming yet harming,
Damages are hidden beneath the sunlit surface.
Slowly carving out every sparkling chance
For sustainable beauty with the indiscernible drag
Of rock hard ice for feelings,
Life moves forward, ever forward.
Ripping away imaginary olive branches,
Tossing aside ficticious white flags,
Comfortless and melting,
The solitary block of ice,
Slipping and sliding and crying,
Has nowhere to go but forward.
Toward the beckoning and blazing sun,
Frozen, frigid, and quivering,
Making my way past winter.