the winter

by Ela Begum Kumcuoglu

Comes again, and again, again, I feel 

So inexpressible, so tiny. 

She whispers, snuggles in. 

All the bright and beautiful things are asleep. 

The year shrivels up and sheds. 

Geese flock in time, drawing new winds

To their pinions. On a fresher morning

There is even snow, thick enough to cover it all. 

Ela Begum Kumcuoglu is a Turkish writer and student living in London, published or soon to be published in Wildscape Literary; Obsessed with Pipework; the Genre Society; and Moonday Magazine.