Watching the crowds in their dark jackets
I can tell that winter is on its way
There are no grey laurels left
We just wait for first snow
It will seem beautiful then, novel
As it traces our footsteps
In a frothy whiteness of magical grafts
Marrying concrete with the skies
You will have parts of the world
Unmelted by sunrise, just a snow-covered
Precipice of cold, we endure this
With a voluntary patrol of visible breath
Under my breast and belly I feel grateful
To have a woman at my fire
It’s the pulse of the earth I miss the most
In those harsh winter months
The smiles and small laughter of spring
It’s a city without a name that freezes
So many people more sad without the sun
I can tell that winter is on her way again
Like minerals that forget to sound their last trumpet
My blood will not freeze, I will walk on.
Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Winter-139159678
Wuji Seshat 
Your poetry makes my jaw drop. How breath-taking!
Thanks that means a lot coming from you, you are one of my favorite and original poets on here.
Aww, thank you so much! And you are very welcome. 😀