Cauldron of Who?

When we step in the cold and can’t pull back because we freeze

We look around for someone to help us back from the trees

Give us something to ease our feet and wrists and knees

But from this close to the seas

All she brings is her coldest breeze

As we go in further into possible disease

We find our gigantic hearts slowly appease

With the tender gingles of the keys to

The Cauldron of nowhere

The hollow with no air

Now you say the wind blows where?

Make sure I don’t rest forever there

Art by Gilbert Williams