Midwinter

When you think
it cannot get any colder
it does.

There is nothing
absolute
about zero.

5-below comes easy,
10-below easier still,
slippery slope,

Like the world has given up,
like heat slips away
from a corpse.

The sun is too feeble
to penetrate the ice fog.
So we brace ourselves

And push through
ground blizzards,
cheeks burned in cold fire.

Where there is pain
there is hope.
When there is no more pain,

when you are numb,
you only want
to sleep.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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3 Responses to Midwinter

  1. brian miller says:

    numb is def something i fear..i dont every want to be that far…you are right it is a slippery slope….all too real write…

  2. That second stanza hit me…haven’t read anything that sharp in a while. Thank you.

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