December’s Surrender

The winter wind seduced me first,

And only then, the man.

It touched me with an ice-blue tongue,

Encircled, icicled my ribs

Blinded me with arctic sun

Blasted wafer-thin resolve.

Numbed, my conscience slipped away,

Was buried deep ‘neath drifted snow.

My heart? Flash-frozen in my chest,

Face pale, tell-tale, averted too late,

Slightest of shivers reveals the rest.

Fate?

Or downfall? But who can resist,

When bitter chilled,

The teasing promise of the thaw?

Coaxing tears from the tundra

Drenching land once cold and dry

Until even the Earth may flaunt ancient laws.

He sighed as he slept,

I searched his face,

Touched his limbs lightly,

Fear and delight

And marveled, feeling in my womb,

Last traces, fast fading, of what? –Frostbite

Paula Lyons MD

9/23/2009