why can’t you just love me,
asked Winter to me, as I stomped down my feet, hard as I could while cursing at the sky.
shaking my fist at each turn I made,
crossing over frozen dog shit and dead worms, buried ten feet down.
I will never love you,
you take away my hope and the way the sun feels on my face,
the idea that things live and not everything dies.
Your bring death
and you have won;
I give up.