A Wintery Word. Poem by Fay Slimm

Chill call of winter can indent some sad words.
Time constructs sentences, cold for no reason.
Dawn, rising letterless scrawls sky-lines absurdly.
How many words can winter write in it's season?

Scribed rightly as snowcold, fragile flakes descend.
Midwinter frost writes more lace on windowpanes.
Deep drifting white inks in our parting, dear friend.
Icicle pens scratch the word Gone after your name.

Cold paintings of solo-time wait on life's path.
Frozen pools pencil silence we never heard.
Glacially sad is New Year's final paragraph.
Farewell can be such a lonely wintery word.