Veni Vidi Vici

It is cold.

The rain that strikes the earth

like a thousand spears,

like the tears of an angry god,

is a frosted passion.

The once warm breeze

is wrapped around

with ice-bound love

that freezes with each kiss.

Flesh and blood resist the chill

until

the hungry bone is touched

and all is lost to Winter’s game.

It is cold and all is held

in the season’s silver clasp.