The Blackbird Bravely Sings

The crows gather sticks
and the blackbird bravely sings
between the icy gusts
the south wind whispers
and the sun gently glows.

Earth groans and heaves as she labors
A deadly battle rages within
Winter, like a cruel midwife, reaches deep
with her icy fingers seeking to still
the heartbeat of emerging spring
wailing she flings hail and snow
the infant Spring will be frozen out
she feels her strength fading, melting
in the face of the wind and sun
with a shower of snow Winter renews her grasp
little Spring is too weak, too young to compete
with a crackle of chill laughter
she beats the earth and turns young buds to ice
young Spring will die.

But no--
The crows gather sticks
and the blackbird bravely sings
between the icy gusts
the south wind whispers
and the sun gently glows
and winter slowly dies.

Soul Scraped

Raw icy
March wind
swirling snowflakes
rake against my soul

You are are not me
different truths,
different people
what is hell to you
is peace to me

don't project your feelings on me

swirling thoughts
raw emotions stir
rake against my soul

just leave me be
some things just are
and that is okay
you don't need to know
or understand

don't project your feelings on me

some things just are
I don't need to explain
as the wind swirls
and the snowflakes fly
scraping against my soul.