Seasons: The Thaw

The Coldest Winter has left me chilled to the bone,

as I prostrate myself before the fire alone.

The fire crackles and roars with the heat of years,

while the frost around my heart melts into tears.

I weep for all the wasted time that I spent,

mired in hatred and anger that would not bend.

Outside, the icicles begin to fall,

as the renewal of spring begins to call.