i am a winter's lady

through and through

i love and always will

the overcast days

the crisp wind that nips

and pulls at the sweaters

jackets and coats

cheeks turn rosy

and noses need handkerchiefs

hot chocolate and jammie days

books and books to read

snow flurries that manage to exist

in the south but fly away

too soon oh too soon

a time of dreaming

of planning

of cleaning out and

rearranging

but mostly

a time of quiet

of solitude and peace

listening to the silence

and loving the cold night

burrowed under quilts

on a cloud that drifts

a time of waiting

for rebirth to begin