Beginnings...

Winter has begun
to whisper
again.

The air seems
to have regained
its grace.

Fans haven't been
put out yet.
Yet we clasp our sheets
tighter
as we nestle in our beds.

Soon the winter will yelp,
a silent, bone-chilling yelp.

The air will get colder,
beds warmer,
my soul darker.

Bodily warmth doesn't suffice
when the soul craves warmth;
the warmth that can make it
melt,
and can recast it in a mould
in which it once
dwelt.

~ aviD