Season Poem by Kyle Stengline

This light, I feel, has only made it colder.
That is why all winds blow to the east.
If I hurry now, I can make it by the light of day,
but what is it worth to me?
Shall I plunge into that night?
best the worst conditions and slay on into the snow?
Into the cold?
Where does my heart lie, if not with you?
In the pitch of the night, what can I find,
with a small candle to light the way?
More darkness...it's all I see.
The season is bitter and cold,
fearless and with no remorse,
but I gaze upon this flower
and see the sun once more
before my candle goes dim.
And so I push on into that night.