Tuesday Cinquains

Winter
Light fights to break
Into thickening ink
Sadness grows like snow yet to fall
Over

Crackling
Dried husks once live
Hide the only way through
Home is behind me, death ahead
Out there

Friends gone
Alone and blind
The path out is all mine
One step at a time, through the black
Self trust

Faith, love
Lust and laughter
Melts the ice every time
And visions of a warm sunrise
Promise