I love winter
regardless of the hatred.
The brittle stillness that caresses my nose.
Everyone notices when winter arrives.
She kills pretty flowers who cross her path - ever so gently.
She marches through towns like she owns them and I love it.
I watch her in her beautiful parade,
Nothing to lose.
No one yearns for her.
No one encourages her.
But she always comes, in confidence.
She doesn’t try to be,
she just is.
She stays put
when the leaves fall in her presence.
When people complain of her presence,
she stays.
With her I have no need to pretend.
I can be me.
I can be no one.
I can be quiet.
She’s the only one,
who’s ever made silence feel like love.
So every summer,
I pray for another snowflake.
Another cold, white blanket.
I love you,
so pretty.
I love winter.
regardless of the hatred.
The brittle stillness that caresses my nose.
Everyone notices when winter arrives.
She kills pretty flowers who cross her path - ever so gently.
She marches through towns like she owns them and I love it.
I watch her in her beautiful parade,
Nothing to lose.
No one yearns for her.
No one encourages her.
But she always comes, in confidence.
She doesn’t try to be,
she just is.
She stays put
when the leaves fall in her presence.
When people complain of her presence,
she stays.
With her I have no need to pretend.
I can be me.
I can be no one.
I can be quiet.
She’s the only one,
who’s ever made silence feel like love.
So every summer,
I pray for another snowflake.
Another cold, white blanket.
I love you,
so pretty.
I love winter.
