I was born in autumn, but grew up in winter
There is a cold buried deep in my bones
Not even the warmest of blankets can chase away
In my veins there is ice
Though I am no queen
I am merely a child of the cold
A lover of the snow
I greet the winter as a familiar friend
We wrap ourselves in blankets of white and soft
And speak in whispered voices so not to wake those who still sleep
She tells me of the places she's been since we last met
We talk over cups of hot cocoa and marshmallows
We inhale the steam from our mugs
And watch each exhaled breath drift away in puffs of frosty air
When winter tells me she must leave it is a sad departure
However I have hope that she will return
And with the familiar cold we will settle down in blankets
with rosy cheeks and wind nipped noses
We will speak again one day
