The cold comes later
Like ice, taking longer to form
When the temperature is set high in the freezer.
It lasts a shorter time
Like ice-cream left out in the open,
Or like a snowflake, melting on a gloved finger.
It chills with less enthusiasm
Like a war lost
Pointless struggles and dwindling hope.
Winter recedes somewhere we cannot reach
Slowly, waiting for the “all at once”
There’s only so much to do.
Warmth spreads, true to its nature
How long will it take for us to understand
That Winter just wants friends?