our winter

the winter is long
and difficult.
cold and despairingly grey.
the trees still
absent
of green, cabled stalks
of bark, leaning,
waiting patiently
for spring. this weather,
this consistent
tunnel of wind
and rain. the unending
frost. this winter
it reminds me of you.
of us stuck
in whatever it was
we had, not a single
sky, or bird,
or eye with a hopeful
shade of blue.