I Endure The Cold Poem by Naveed Akram

I endure the mountains of snow when they call out cold,
My weddings of the snow outshine me once more;
The marriage with the ice and cold is of the ultimate blessing,
Like the road that meanders like a river of gold and silver.

My strength is an odd facility of boldness, audacity and joy,
Much has passed due to the past, a different woe begets
A woe of the ultimate strength, a witness is among the many,
A wild man is angry once more, in the cold and frost.

The beasts of the snow bellow and echo their praises and
Curses, falling down, avalanching like the whole dice,
Fixing their stare on our very tall spines, offering us salt
Or snow, ice or bones, blood or sauce, gold or chicken.