Outside My Window Xxv Poem by Frank Avon

One tuft of snow
one fragile patch
all that's left
of January's rout -

all that remains
outside my window,
while inside
I am engulfed with pain

impassive embankments of pain
that will not melt

tidal waves of pain
that will not ebb

cloud after rolling cloud
that can't be swept away,

Morpheus
thy name is all
I can say
all I pray

blanket me
with sleep
ethereal,
release

from January's pain
the bile and bane
the sharp crests
of icy embankments,

these storms of pain
that reign
o'er all my inscape,
hold me constrained

while outside
one tuft of snow
all that remains
at last
of the blasts of January.