lack of petals, an abundance of thorns

january ice

this season can't
change my mind,

winter always
buries me
in time.

not with snow
but with sorrow:

does anyone have
a warm soul
i could borrow?

i don't know
how to bloom

surrounded by
all this gloom.

greying skies
disheartening the days.

the season lied,
promising everything
would be
as right
as rain.