The Heels of Winter

Death come knockin’
Cold
On the heels of winter’s hangin’ on
Too long a comin’ she cried
He agreed at last
Goodbye’s long final act
Save soul’s last gasp
A faintest wisp of what was life
Entwined with Reaper’s chilly fog

Death come knockin’
Slow
On the heels of winter’s hangin’ on
Too long a comin’ she collapsed
Ugly questions come hard answered
How to cry for what was or wasn’t
Or for a tomorrow
In need of comfort –

Death come knockin’
Done
On the heels of winter’s hangin’ on
Too long a comin’ she cried
Tears, confusion, backed up dreams
Flooded screams her
Next cold winter’s morn
What they were or hadn’t been
Wouldn’t be, nor matter

Death come knockin’
Cold
Slow
Done
On the heels of winter’s hangin’on
Too long a comin’ she sighed
We never can imagine
What the dream
Should look like
Now

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Phil Huston

https://philh52.wordpress.com/

6 thoughts on “The Heels of Winter”

      1. There are too many stories in that line to tell. We’d play some tunes for-ever. Fog machine, disco ball, strobe light, a couple of old dangerous lasers through the bottom of Seven Up bottles…a dead slow groove like “Bridge of Sighs”…could make an entire third set out of that with the Fresh Air crowd…

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