Wintering

The second poem & centerpiece from the "Wintering" poetry collection by The Crying Crustacean.

It is February

The frost finally puddled

Lawns have began to sing

My window is open tonight

Warm air, sirens

I hear summer in the trees

One moment to another

so fast and fleeting

All in sync

like how the planets

will twirl as one

in two days time

A lunar eclipse aligned

its peak at 333

Why do numbers

strike feeling?

I ask this all while

we face Mercury

Dear god—

What change do you have for me?

Fire horses set ablaze

full force into heat

Only the power lines

reply to me

They tell me of hope

that change is reaping

They say the snake

has shed the last skin

Finally set free

They say,

Wintering is over!

The cold is bound

to face defeat.