I've a Winter Soul

I’ve a winter soul
winter soul
with winter skin, paper pale
(not paper thin)

and days
and days
where color hides
through icy wind
straight, clear

and dry

it takes its time
to shift
to sort
to move the layers
that resist
half stiff

half stiff, half empty
half forgotten

half of half
of half of half

halving the silence
each time I laugh

yea, briskness
you trumpeter of unknown causes
sweet wrapped morsel
singing
to my tingling hands
painter
of both cheeks and noses
joker, lover
hidden drummer
willing waiter
with one cocked brow

winter beats along
with winter flavor
where winter only wants
to want
and asks each day
anew
anew now
what want you?
what want you?

and only everything will suffice

and only nothing seems the price
of time and place and rules and labor

I will not concur
though I might
were it summer

I cannot concur
concurrence lays

too deeply
buried

in winter
in winter
in winter, one can only
can only
will only

accept

©2008 C. L. B. Callender