I Say of Winter
by Sandra Richardson

I say of winter


Let my cold bones break


As you will have it


Cutting ice


Sharp stinging pain


I say of winter


Take me 
break me


Make me


As you will


Heavy air


Where best is sleeping


Deep seeped chills


At every turn

I say of winter


I die


And live


And learn  


Do you worst


For Spring


I know 
it will return