Breaking out into a thousand pieces
Frozen back into the ice
Bleeding into every corner and crease
Hanging on to every vice
Breath like the mist, forming clouds in the sky
Daggers being thrown by the wind
Sensations lacking this instance of time
Dealt a notice to rescind
And the winter's gone by
Without a trace
A touch, a taste, a tease
And yet it's not quite spring
The leaves erase
A feel, a feint, a freeze
Patches of white covering swatches of brown
Blending right into the grey
Slipping and sliding from smiles to frowns
Each and every single day
And the winter's gone by
Without a trace
A touch, a taste, a tease
And yet it's not quite spring
The leaves erase
A feel, a feint, a freeze
And I'm slowly drifting down
As I fade into the ground
And the winter's gone by
Within a blink
A speck, a sip, a smidge
And yet it's not quite spring
We're at the brink
An end, an eve, an edge