Old Man Winter

Old Man Winter
he often blusters in
but then his forces settle
the light begins to dim
he twists his frosty grip
over air and ground and light
nothing can escape him now
the day has lost to night
locked inside his icy grasp
like holding frost-filled breath
don’t relent, hold his gaze
or it will mean your death
one day he will falter
seem to melt away
you will feel the warmth again
the night will fade to day