It feels like yesterday already,
eternal winter ambience surrounds existence
with barren trees and heavy limbs.

Memories like bonfire embers dance
tauntingly about my ghost...
beautiful sparks: offspring of hypnotic flame
threatening to set me ablaze
even as I reach out to hold on to their warmth.

But that's the past personified;
tantalizing, promises of heat and comfort
where only burning ash remain
flickering, lilting in the air
before disappearing into cold and sordid night.

I remain alone
haunted by sparkling cinders,
memories of what will become yesterday.