Winter,2014 Poem by Michael Shutt

Winter,2014

Another wintry
body blow,

Another ruthless
foot of snow,

may finally be enough
to push me off
an icy cliff.

Relentless,

Frigid,

Cold,

Unfeeling-

Numb I'm not
to it's cruel meaning,

Leaving naught
but pain
and lonely
empty yearning hearts
in Blizzard's pass.

I pray
my heart-

and heart's Heart-

can survive
the distance forced
by five sleet filled
unsympathetic counties.

Damn you,
Old Man Winter.

Dante had in mind
a very special place
for you.