Darker Times

December 9, 2015

The moments that are coldest
Are those when you can see
The cracks in time, like glass
Splintered in a windshield.

Even though it will not snow,
The winter still bites, teeth
Sinking deep into old wounds:
It is the dark time now.

Each midnight passes, frozen,
Waiting for that icy sunrise to
Peek over the horizon and warm
Us in its temporary glow.

But however long it may take,
The cold never stays forever.