reaches out with frozen fingers,
tapping on my shoulder,
looking for attention.
crisp, clear breath dances about my neck,
causing me to pull on my collar,
and wrap my scarf a little tighter.
creates a wonderland of magic,
but one so cold that I avoid her presence,
opting instead for the comfort of a warm blanket,
and cozy fire.
still, she has her allure.
My curiosity is to know her,
to feel her cold, crystal-like touch,
to feel the numbness in my bones
as she wraps me in her arms.
I hear as
it were, a strange quietness,
the stillness of the moment,
and the feeling as if she alone is all I have,
and without her I am nothing.
captivates me, my Winter Mistress,
my only thought,
my one desire,
until the warmth of spring breaks the spell,
and I am released from her embrace.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul