First appeared in Samford University’s Sojourn Magazine (Fall 2012, Vol. XVX)
Winter seeks to have
claim over me,
as if I am
running from sunset on Mercury,
with its icy fangs
nipping at my heels,
yet I will not
satisfy it, satiate it
in its hunger.
Though frost in its
frigid frame
seeks to take hold,
I will not falter.
Ice is the purger's fire,
the survivor's flame,
and shall I take
hold of that
marvelous warmth.
Even at the thought of sparks,
I feel elemental.