My Winter Dante had it right. The pit of Hell is a frozen marsh. A new moon Winter's night. The Sun so very far away. Ice forms around my scarf. My arms try to hold me tight. My feet forgotten. I stop shivering I'm so cold. All eyes peer through layers of clothes. The same painful lost look. The ache that presses in, Stilling your heart. I close my eyes and dream of Spring. The snow roars beneath my boot. No one can help it, no one can stop it. I giggle "a snowballs chance..." Ha, if they only knew. Oh Spring.