Winter

Winter comes with a stillness,

With a heaviness that encumbers space,

A dense unseen confinement.

In it you realize your solidarity,

As if you and the whispering wind

Are in solemn dialogue.

And every other soul is a shadow

Earthed in the surreal background.

In this cold you are

Nowhere yet everywhere,

Unmoved yet withered,

At peace yet strangely alone.

Like the resonating poignancy

Of melancholic tunes and sad verses,

You are slow,

Sweet,

Heart-felt,

Beautiful.