My Visitor Part2

In mystery I awed her quietness while Mother Nature accompanied with a wind song January is her name, eyes bedazzled like the stars that dance in the dark Cheeks shiny and pristine, skin pale transluscent and new just like this year The sun crept behind its veil of white and January said she must go Hard and unimaginable to believe she prompted to stay a lovely thirty one days 31 days of songs, skipping over the frosty crunch of dehydrated land Holding hands as my year proceeds, she lets go In sympathy she promises her return same time as always In reality I let her go and in pain forsake the other months to come But as she gently climbed back out my window she looks back smiles Galliantly like a soldier who has finally returned and with a whip of the wind A gentle whisper she leaves her love in symbolic bumps from head to toe of my body I shudder grabbing closer my coat Her scent I still smell... of sage, rosemary and leftover holly Trinkles of wet cascade down my cheek slightly brushing the edges of my shoulder As I say... See ya soon! my dear old gal January