Wintry Weather

Sunrays touch the frost bites on his window,
forcing out the cold.
Your cold breeze rushes through his warm cheeks like a kiss from the snowflakes.
The days grow short
as the nights grow long and in the distant corner the kettle sings its tortured song,
but do not fear –
it is not to chase you away but to embrace.
It is in the cold that he finds solitude,
it is in the cold that the tides wash him to shore,
your shore.
Your high awakens his soul where the air is thin and sweeps him off his feet.

It is under the dark moon that you flourish,
sweeping across the silent horizon with a chilling sound,
from caves of ice and fields of snow.
He dances with Dahlia in the summer evenings,
but she withers in the fall.
He dances with Sunflower in the fall but she too ports when you arise.
He dances with Orchid as the cold earth slumbers below –
never letting her go.

As the others run to their fiery places,
he lets you in as your thin cold air fills his heart.
Your name echoes on his mind, scribbled on his bones,
carved on the back of his eyelids -
‘Winter’.
He knows not your face but darling,
Oh how he dances,
sings,
and shakes in delight at the thought of laying his gaze upon you.
Oh Winter,
what have you done to this man?
He lies awake to see you fade away and sleeps through all seasons to welcome you when you return.
So,
tell him all your lies and fears,
tell him how the rest of the world shuns you.