Dark winter tide turns
dark wind blows howling snow clouds
dark days are coming.
The fire within dies
quenched when the wind blows too hard
love’s flickering flame.
Your words breathe a chill
coat this beating heart with frost
while snowflakes fall soft.
Wind blows upriver
gulls drift on their wings lost souls
mist falls hides your face.
Into winter dark
crow flaps through thick falling snow
call lost in the wind.