Winter kills by Grant Harbison

She tosses and turns in her bed

So many thoughts inside her head

Keeping her awake

Winter brings that familiar ache

Of times gone by

Fighting the urge to cry

She takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh

Listening to the wind as it drives the rain

She stares at the droplets running down the window pane

It’s the empty season

Where melancholy needs no reason

And when the latter years are devoid of frills

And lonely has replaced desire and thrills

The prescription for life has the bitterest of pills

So easily and so callously

Winter kills