I dreamt of winter

'Winter' cried out the lake as its mouth
sealed over with the thin ice of its captor,
the lapping shoreline turned to echoes of
thwacking stones as they rested before the thaw.

The synthetic crunch of powdered snow
gave me heavy legs, resting breathless
smoke stretches out from cottage rooftops.

It offered me a fireside sleep
burnt deep beneath dry stored logs,
mixed with pockets of morning mist
that hang me heavy on a distant spire.

I tasted the east wind spores,
dry lungs crack, condensing
through the loose knit gag that guards
each breath from sharp mornings.

A mind snapped branches in the forest,
silent as a gun shot to a deer.
balms drift melted onto bed linen
and wake the room into summers heat.