The sparkle bursts after you appear:
down comes the twinkle, replaced by dreary
nights of dark, of twisted hope, as
resolutions hit a slippery slope.
You’re endless, you’re mean, you bite
with cold, your grey obscures my light.
We have to endure you first, lest we forget,
the year looms ahead, as if a threat.
You bully the new year into winter submission
cowing my dreams and my fresh new ambition.
My door stays shut, the scratch of frost
makes my windows ache. My whole being feels lost.
My response to the Day Four prompt in NaPoWriMo: write a poem about the cruellest month