The wind blows a bitter chill,
down my spine.
The snow has piled above my hear,
so I can barely see where i am going.
The ice and the sky have blended into one
and news that travels my way is like all of those combined.
An aching heart,
not enough information
and that that does come is some what distorted.
In all of this, the dark,
the heartache and indecision,
I think of spring.