If you see me today, understand that I am defying Winter.
The ice wall will be in colours of Spring & Summer.
Walking past the blues and hard whites,
Picture not the dismal greys that pour
Over the eye-scape of winter
Like the frigid waters of a frozen lake.
Turn past those hues of crystallized dismay –
Picture the greens and earthy browns
That bubble up in April
Then bud and flower in May.
The change in seasons
Is not some abstract concept,
A toy of a philosopher poet,
But a fact as hard
As a wall of ice.