lay down
into the arms of a soft dawn,
uncertain warmth
creeping in from under the cold.

let the sun slowly rise
into the tips of your fingers.

let your body thaw from the chill,
let the frost melt to dew...

be not discomforted
by the singleness of being;
wish not for others to waste your soul on.

there too can be something sublime in solitude.

reconcile with the fact
that just as each moment is unlike all others,
there is only one of you.

that is the beauty of existing.
do not taint it
with the guiles of those who do not recognize the /you/-ness
of every beam
that glances your skin.

the winter will end
and commence the spring of you.