winteress

There shivers my girl of winter, where our time begins and memories end. My bones bear her weight, my muscles pull her up. She is kind only on the whitest or warmly-lit days. She forgetfully entraps us in her scalding whispers. The childish pleasure of surviving her frozen palms and toying with her crystalline tears are the greatest privileges of the season. I cleanse her now in layers of tenderly warm clothes before she can arrive. Her chilling breath first tempts the town to enjoy an escape from daily, desolate scorchings. Winter arrives in a blink, then i keep my eyes shut.