Winter

Glittering silver snow lines Winter’s home, furnishing it with comfortable coldness and arctic blue mood. My spirit lives in winter, jealously watching the rich earth for the arrogant arrival of tulips. All is sleeping and heavy with the weight of dead leaves. Ghosts build fires in their encampments by the frosty river. My name is a river rearranged. My name is arraigned. My personality sails by, trailed by sharks.