Elucidating Questions

Born at the pole

She stretches her brittle fingertips across the land

In her reach the frozen cold

As her arms embrace the earth into ice

Shattering as the curs’ed warmth fights back her reach grows shorter

Shorter

In her death throes she cries

My job is not done

I have not held her large enough long enough

Her spread body over the body of her visited mistress

I need more time

She cries as Time looks back and winks silently

The ocean spins

Please

She begs in the reach of the infernal trees as they mock her dying cries by blossoming in her face

And every time she comes she grows shorter

Less

She’s dying

She’s my favourite and she’s dying

Watching her stretch as far as she can

Then dissipate

And I can do nothing to help her

Winter oh Winter

Wherefore art thou?

And why must you die like everyone else?