Winter is coming

each snowflake is unique

like the manifestations

of my instability

yet their frozen predictability

each year on this planet

in what the goddesses

have deemed to be one

of the seasons

is an experience of

isolation and grievances

why else do we make wishes

on the first day

of the next calendar year

we are all helpless

to stop this

pantomime

of snow and frozen

faces on the anniversay

of quarantine

winter is coming

are you ready

to face the catastrophe

of the hidden meaning