Winter, stark and killer of the frail, you know no bounds, you hold no grudge. Your cold northwest winds bring tears. Not tears of joy or tears of sadness but tears that freeze as they run down my frozen cheeks. I do not fear your bitter cold. I embrace these moments when life hangs by a mere icy thread.
Winter, you are the force that sets me free. Free to remain here in your grip, or I could seek a warm woodstove to thaw my frozen feet, but I choose to stay. I would not respect my own constitution if I bent to unnecessary and undeserved comfort.
Winter, your fury takes no prisoners. You are what you are; cold, uncalculating, without care or wants, you are the face of the savage side of the natural world. I have lived a long life, never fearing your power or avoiding your pain. I embrace what you have to offer though the bounty may be bleak. I eat your snow not to quench my thirst but to bring your cold inside of me. To make you part of my body and my soul.
Winter, you have nipped my toes with your frosty bite. To this day they are weakened by your appetite. And I really have no regrets. I wear these scars as a badge of honor. Knowing that your fierce breath had brought me to the brink. I still stand on both feet, leaning a little to the left.
Winter, you change my world. Your cold stills waters and makes them intractable. The tundra-like earth no longers yields to my spade and snow covers the landscape that is long since green and full of life. And yet, you are not death, but simply a respite from comfort. It is your presence that helps me to understand the cycle of nature. You complete my circle.
Winter, your cold breath may be stilled. There may be a day, soon, when I will grieve your loss. Perhaps you will outlast me and I will pass on first. I would like that. It’s hard to watch an old friend die.
Winter, stark and killer of the frail, you know no bounds, you hold no grudge. And the tears that I feel now are not from your cold northwest wind but from the fear that we may no longer be together.
This post is my 250th post on www.wildramblings.com. A bit of a landmark representing about 1000 pages of writing.
Written for www.wildramblings.com in February 2013