Steel frame shivers in the gray.
Cold wind blows the light away.
Tired wheels stop on the stone.
Walking here all on my own.
Settle down in the heavy deep.
Where the winter gardens sleep.
Hold the breath of the frozen ground.
Until the hidden seed is found.
Calla lilies hide in the mud.
Waiting for the sudden flood.
Sallow willow bows to the stream.
Pale as a forgotten dream.
I see you lean on the rail.
Skin like a winter lily pale.
Lost in the mist of the quay.
Searching for a way to be free.
Settle down in the heavy deep.
Where the winter gardens sleep.
Hold the breath of the frozen ground.
Until the hidden seed is found.
Latin names for the dormant vine.
Waiting for the sun to align.
Digging deep through the salted clay.
Patient for a brighter day.
Two lonely souls by the bridge.
Walking on the frozen ridge.
Cold hands touching for a spark.
Glowing in the winter dark.
Settle down in the heavy deep.
Where the winter gardens sleep.
Hold the breath of the frozen ground.
Until the hidden seed is found.
Deep in the loam. Finally home.
The winter root.
