I feel a winter creep behind
To freeze over my idle mind.
The sense of complacency’s cold.
My fluid’s turned a fragile fold,
Deceptive in its solid state,
Adept at distributed weight,
But not at concentrated stress –
Emergencies that need address.

The winter swallows autumn heat:
A fire-eater on the street
Who makes me hold my breath in awe
To only spring a summer thaw
For burning out complacency
On logs cremating urgency.