Forbearing

(thanks Sandy, it's almost what I want...)

Forbearing

Stinging, searing, blinding --

your hiemal moods bring snow,

my soul's adytum nearly ices over.

I patiently abrade the frost,

enduring, passive, hoping for a good one --

always altruistic.

I am no quean, just lavish with my canticles and

I am without fear.