Lillies and Ghosts

Waking up to Snow on a Weekday

Her eyes are shut only halfway,

For she never sleeps with them fully closed.

In a bed of linen and pine she lay,

Memorizing her words like a prose. 

The feelings of attention she'll never pay,

Glaring at flakes on her nose.

Listening intently through the wood door,

Holding her breath in delight,

Stardust dancing upon her floor,

Flowers swaying in the light.

Frost creeps where there was none before,

But winter was never polite.