The Cold Truth
Waking up late one morning
On an early spring day
As I see the sun gleaming on the
green and white of the mountain,
still trying to come terms
with what I had lost,
still the loser
hoping
that tropical gusts will melt
the glaciers of North
Then the moist cold breeze
through the window
will again freshen the reality
and again the eyes will be denied
the luxury to ooze emotions