Go Quickly

Winter, you stopped me in my tracks
with your frozen fingers cold to snap.
In your borrowed clothes of winter white, with voice
of clenched, chattering teeth that one breath might
shiver us to residue.
I told you, people did not favour your mantle
footprints sloppy on the snow exposed garden paths

You need to set some rules, long before your
time has perished to completion.
Upon your leaving – buy but a one-way ticket only
set free, your ghost of memories whimpered
where bodies solid cold, can run the fields no more.

Make good your haste
let summer’s warmth trespass your broadened grasp.
Be gone, be gone and in your fleeing, new beginnings

will cheerfully all - miss not your absent face…