To sleep between the Snowdrops

Winter holds you frozen within her frosty grasp,
for she’s waited so long for jealous Autumn to go.

Your heart beats slow in her cold wild arms,
yet she knows Autumn’s fate will be her own.

The snow falls on to your hair and face to warm you,
as Winter dances her wild cold dance around you.

You love the way the snow makes your body feel,
for your heart is ice and your veins beat glacial water.

Sleep takes you into Winter’s slender arms again,
yet when you wake the sun shines down on you.

In the ice, you lay as your heart starts to melt;
then as you look left and then right you see.

You slept within the pines last night to your dismay,
only to find you did sleep between the Snowdrops.

The Snowdrops remind your heart that love is well,
as the shoots rise up from the ice to find the sun.

The bossy One

It’s Spring, yet the cold eats
into my flesh and bones to make
my hands and feet feel numb.

Winter hasn’t done her duty yet,
for she wishes to hang on and
feel the way she makes us feel.

Spring keeps scolding Winter
for being so bossy,
but we all know that Winter
is like an older sister
who loves the younger one so
and cannot let go.

It’s Spring,
but I’m glad Winter is near,
for I do love her
and
the way she makes me feel.
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