Her Name Was Winter

She danced over my desires like a light footed ballerina tapping into my longings like an intuitive child of the seventies Every drip of icicle sent shivers down my spine and so I wrote her a letter, asking her to quietly go away; She answered me, with a whip of wind and a halo from the sun her summons were refreshing, like a snowflake on the tongue Although I begged her to release her seasonal lurk on me she gave me stretchy moments filled with February days She made me long for sunshine five hours every day and as I synced my calendar, March arrived Hurray Hurray ! Every hill of white and every snowflake bright did eventually, fade away .... She danced into my birthday month and gifted me the spring and as I sat on my veranda I could hear the birdies sing Every touch of her was gone at least for one more year and so I wrote another letter, thanking her for her short stay ! M. R