winter wind

it stalls over my house
bitter
and unrelenting
a breath
of such
intolerable force
that I
no longer
bend
but break
in its
menacing
miasma

the days
are shorter
assured
but you are there
and you have the switch
in your
hand

you have a blanket
a warm broth
steaming

but you resist
and stand away

as I crumble
in the cold
of
a
winter
day