A firm Refusal

I refuse to let
The shade of the winter sky
Fill me
With melancholy
Instead
I want to lick the window pane
Tasting raindrops
Freshly deposited
A reminder
Yesteryear
Watching trees
Swing in the wind
Closer to when a life began
Slowly
The realisation
We are all moving to an end

I refuse to let
The winter wind
Blow fear into my heart
Instead
I admire
Tall trees resisting
An expected state of resting
Strength
Pulled within
Their collective voices
A welcome melody sing
Automatic forces
Slowly
Nurturing new courses
Inadvertently
Sprouting
New beginnings

I refuse to let
The biting cold
Force me indoors
Instead
Eyes wonder outside
Sweeping
Seemingly calm waters
Searching
Next spring’s promise
A fool’s errant
It is not
Only
Winter’s plot
Forcing
Revision
Every day does not require
Action
Decisions

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-01-04, from the upstairs window of the house in Rorvik (in the south of Sweden, Småland) with a view of the lake, a wind howling from the corner and the rain lashing the window (Storm Emil). The grey sky holds a promise that somewhere the sun must be shining.