Awaiting - Sonnet

Winter reminds me of death 

As the cold wind lingers around, waiting 

I take no chance, I run just to see my breath 

The cold longing for its next victim, I await the changing of seasons

I wait for what seems to be like years;

In winter days feel like night

The icy immorality that freezes my tears 

And my heart that gets bitten by the frostbite

Deep into the crisp night, I drift away 

Chasing the starlights that light up the sky 

The endless shadow stays as I pause for the stars to align 

Soon enough this season will die

But when he's gone I miss our short time together 

I can’t wait until I can see his snowflakes in the cold weather 

Sonnet by Aíne O'connor