Cold memories

Cold memories


With stinging sharpness

Cold brings back memories of you

Leaches from my frozen lips, heart

Warmth, moisture, last of my resolve

Squirreled away for these long, cold winters

Leaving behind tears in stung eyes



And yet , as I let go these memories

Accept their past tense

Somewhere deep within flares gratitude

For their presence, for their having been

To warm my heart , insulate

Against the bitter cold loneliness of today.



--shubha

P.S. this poem came to me in response to a prompt, winter memories on a poetry group 

Cold is a lonely thing

Cold is a lonely thing

Cold is a lonely thing
That seeps in
Looking for every ounce of warmth, it can wring,

Chills you down to the marrow,
Seeking warmth it can borrow,
Yet, if you embrace its' sorrow,
Share your warmth, your hope,for tomorrow,

This needy thing, that makes your breath appear,
Melts, mellows, dissipates, disappears.

-- shubha