Strawberries In Winter Poem by Raven Soleil

The north wind is howling outside the window
Singing in harmony with my soul
It’s the sound my insides make when he comes to me
A cold and empty melody
So, I go back, to that warm summer morning
Those strawberries so sweet, red and ours alone
The color of your hair in the sun, like sunset over your face and arms
We ate until our fingers and lips were stained
That’s my shelter while the cold wind blows through my body
I think without the strawberries, I would become the wind
And the sound you hear outside the window, is just the sound of me
Laughing.