The winter inside of me is a snowy season

made out of a mountain road.

The mountain road has magic and diamonds;

It has heaven and earth on the other side.

When the snow gets tough, you get caught

in the wilderness,

with black rivers and kindness like a door

with wolves howling in the dark streets;

Broken light bulbs in the dry night.

Born dead in the cold season in the threat attic

Bent nails, glowing with love in the air

Wood smoke is like an avalanche in flame.