Even in peacetime no one can dream

On that day 
the valley was flayed raw 
by sunlight

It was shortly after a truce 
had been declared 
between 
Winter and Spring

Children were in the fields
making snowmen 
from frostbite 
and meadow sours
There was no breath 
in the wind 
and we lay 
naked-clothed
waiting for summer 
and rain 
and an end to 
the tyranny of weather