Winter Solitude Poem by Daniel Brick

for Anne Yun

And so it happened again, my friend:
I borrowed deep into winter solitude,
seeking warmth in depths but there
its heavy sleep subdued me. Earth walls
collapsed over my hibernation with the weight
of snow, isolating me, no communication
forthcoming. Words are frozen things in winter.
They lose their human warmth, become icicles
blocking speech. Even our thoughts become sluggish,
and we must endure the wait of winter before
emotions asleep are released to their green
swiftness. Oh, how I dream of that loud crack
of ice breaking which will wake us from Winter Sleep!
And then, as green things sprout and flourish around us,
our spirits also green with refreshed life, we will rejoice together.