To be cold (again):

by matthay44

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I long to lose myself in swirling snows

To freeze for a short time the worries

That drip into my mind 

An endless stream

I long to feel cold fire against my face

To gasp at dryness born of ice

And choke in mingled shock and delight

At a world frozen fast

I long for the blizzard to swallow me whole

To find that calm amongst the storm

As everything is reduced to white

And nothing penetrates the gloom

I long to know that winter will be here

When December comes and when

My days are done, and others take their turn

But I cannot drown out the drum

I long to slow the unstoppable march

The cancer in the north 

But balmy dark, makes clear and stark

That the tears will not freeze on my face