you cringe from the cold of winter
tremors wrecking you
and the thought that you might survive this
your grief sends itself smashing
into anything beautiful enough to break
shattering the delicate sheet of ice
guarding your fair weather heart
you struggle against that rawness
that exposure of your everything
to a world of frostbite and falsehoods
but remember
you have to keep breaking your heart
until it opens wide and finally free
the seed bursting to sprout a new blossom
just in time for spring
fair weather heart [poem]
