The Winter Bites My Bones


The winter bites my bones –
standing all alone amongst the howling winds!
I count my sins and shiver, shiver, shiver …
icy cold reflections freeze me to the spot.
No longer will I find warmth in my denials,
Numb and quaking, I huddle amongst the fallen leaves
and like them, slowly decay and fade away.
The winter bites my bones –
chewing my frozen flesh with teeth of sharp icicles.
Darkness descends and I am numbingly consumed
though the frozen ground will not receive me.
Shallow breathes hang before me, vaporous and still,
muscles aching from too much holding on.
As the winter bites my bones!


3 thoughts on “The Winter Bites My Bones

    1. You are the first person to ask me this. I guess the underlying reason is the bulk of my poetry speaks to the pain, suffering, and affliction of life. I was once caught in a winter storm in the mountains…it almost killed me. The pain of freezing is like no other I have ever know. I guess I draw a parallel between that pain and the pain of life. Hence, “The Winter Bites My Bones”


      1. Thank you for this insight. I could tell by reading this particular piece there was something underlying. I guess you could say I felt it in my bone;). Seriously though I felt there was a driving force which connected this piece to ‘all’ of your blog, thus using it as your moniker for your site. Very cool;)


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