my soul cries december
full of promise
yet left with only
unfulfilled longing
my soul weeps winter
only gazed upon lovingly
from a distance insulated
from hoarfrosted laments

my tears form icicles
hanging dangerously
from hazel emptiness
slicing deeply to bone
as my heart screams spring
yet no growth pushes up
through the thick tundra
in permafrost defiance