The cold went on forever-
A chill that rests on bone.
Where the mind it can be broken.
When the heart is that alone.
Relying here on strategies.
Warmer winds brought forth a thaw.
And just before the dam broke.
Was the worst I ever saw…
Thaw
The cold went on forever-
A chill that rests on bone.
Where the mind it can be broken.
When the heart is that alone.
Relying here on strategies.
Warmer winds brought forth a thaw.
And just before the dam broke.
Was the worst I ever saw…
Dennis Mantin 
This poem carries a quiet, aching weight that settles in slowly and stays. The imagery of cold as something that reaches the bone and fractures the mind is powerful and intimate—it feels less like weather and more like an emotional season endured. The restraint in the language makes the pain sharper; nothing is overstated, yet everything is felt.
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