Winter is a seasonal embodiment of death
The snow falls around us, cold and white like bones
Day is even shortened to make way for a longer night
the night settles a deeper cold onto the earth
a cold that reaches into the ground and air
I can imagine the night flooding over the sky,
it covers the earth in a blanket of darkness
Bitter cold and icy roads greet you.
Winter cold gets into your mind, a subtle thought
that slowly consumes. Winter makes one think of better things,
better things that are distant, seperated by ice and snow
The soul finds no respite here, its too cold to linger.
A soul vanishes, leaving a stark husk of flesh behind.
The body is too weak to react, but slowly sink lower
the body remains and snow slowly covers it,
like a disease that has overridden your defenses.
The white of winter hides nothing.
Its intentions are to freeze, to surround, to kill.
Icicles grow like fangs of a beast threatening to bite.
Numbness from frigid air makes you forget the danger
No pain, just a lack of feeling that lulls you asleep
Sleep turns to the subsequent silence of death
wind rips at the body, tears the soul from it
and the bleached remains are lost in the white of the snow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem