Pisces

 There’s a crack in the door

Which lets a draft in
And the light takes its by-your-leave.
So what’s left is the cold
And in true winter fashion
The chill goes bone deep, and we grieve.
The moon rises high
Where the fish part ways
In a struggle that is centuries old.
Oh Pisces your heart Is too tender to love
And your psyche too fragile to hold.