Come Back For Winter

The last cold spell before summer

She, smells of winter’s face.

Scents summoning eyes with kicks of cinnamon, ginger braids serenaded upon October cheek bones, and clean, smitten teeth seen chattering repeatedly. Smiling silently, out of place in sudden synchrony, seemingly by fires always thriving in space so quiet, drums and heartbeats keep pace indistinguishably.

For she the shivery, even mums speak up in whisper, painterly, in wind burnt satisfaction. Looking forward in forgetful discussion, devoured in foggy malaise. Satiated and blazed we blister. Fingers sketching circles after, on hostile windows. Redacted dreams, cowards, dare not mime the words to. Innuendo abound, concede attraction and season. Bed imperfection’s chill, the eventual rhythms that eschew intentional flue, asleep to sweet toothed satisfaction.

Other-worldly night owls of the autodidactic, intent in explaining abstraction. She strums dulcimers content without strings attached, stirred by Saturn’s rings in tact. A pact of holiday distraction. Escaping ceremony in bellyache, cemeteries border the mossy boundaries of still stomachs. The dramas of stone and alpine and harvest.

Her sanctions measure soundscape intently, astounding harsher critics that wallpaper illness to unsteady melody. The howls of wolves and hoots of owls. Her pets that pray with the purpose of hunters. Talons and teeth and my bare skin, a meal, if she hides the trail. Notes of snow adrift as crestfallen symphony. A waxen hymnal. Brisk and raw, these boney tunes lifts spirits where heat is unable to serve unsubtlety at empty tables set for sincerity.

Our star flees to bed early. Brace for the numbing blue. The loss of family earns the frost. The rime-drops glazed against crow’s feet. Our plots buried beneath the white cloak, and to her permanent cradle, never lay wet in the wind. Ephiphany splintered in pictures of freeze-fall, like Moses-the holy one, chosen to carry a tablet so coldly, we instinctively see gods in the screen. Reflected in our habits and its most honorable thief.

Boldy she, winter’s name.