Ars Poetica

Winter is a split-second carousel 

Mightier than a river of images 

Resisting frigidity imbued with force 

Come spring but for now you can sing silently

To winter all pause knowingly within 

Your thin frame with equally slim likelihood 

Of being heard by some fictitious herd

Relentlessly loving song amid 

The privacy of art within the province 

Of a breathless soul looking out a gray

Window mourning some lost light while 

Coveting alone time alone in

Imagination that protects the mind 

From disclosure of thought found in secret

That held sheltered spring bird early arrived