Fire grows
In my limbs
To do
To act
To be

Its flames unbending
As I try to
Douse them
Quiet them
Shape them

What to do but
What they urge
What they cry for
What they demand

Let your body rest in the cool
Eat not of the frozen air
Wake not for the winter birds
Stir not for the dormant seeds
Lie still till the sun returns
And the snow restores you
And whispers of green float on the wind

Hunger takes me
Of a different kind
Than that sated by food
Thirst arrests me
Of a different kind
Than that quenched by drink
Pain wracks me
Of a different kind
Than that quieted by salves

I would
Walk
Run
Swim
Fly
Jump
Die
With you