WINTER

WINTER

you do it an injustice
to call it Winter
blithely so

even to inflate it
metaphorically as
a disastrous winter,
bringing storms
of Shakespearean proportions

no, this is something
of another order entirely

you would have to turn
to turn to the ancient
scriptures to have ang idea
of how terrible
it is, the narrative
we are all about
to enter now

one story
fits all

one story
destroys us all

and you thought the
crazy symbolism of
apocalyptic ending was just science fiction

was just poetry

the words are there

they are waiting for you

the power is there
the storm is here