You are the storm,
So cold and so beautiful.
You are the frigid icy blizzard,
The breeze that pushes the pine’s branches leaving clouds of white dust behind.
You darken the sky;
The haze that blocks out light .
You never come when you’re wanted, like on Christmas.
Instead you show up in spring when all I want is sunshine.
You are the only blanket that makes freezing temperatures colder.
Icicles & exposure,
You make me want to wander out into the wilderness to die.
You are the frost and its bite.
You are the shoulder that turns and walks out of sight.