Winter's Kindness Poem by Rebecca Phoenix

The eyes of Winter are icy stars, and his voice a loud and calming wind. His cloak is a flurry of white, his arms are the bare glittering tree branches. He arrives at my door every December, waiting for me to greet him. He then kisses my face with frost, sweet, sweet frost. Then, as Spring raises her jealous head, her blonde hair flutters violently in the howling wind. She summons storms to imprison me in my brick prison. She sends the pollen on the wind to make me sick. As she touches Winter's shoulder with her flaming hands, she kills him before she can tell him she loves him so. Oh! What would I do to have December come again, for Winter to show himself again! How I wish he could hold me once more, and frost would kiss my face yet again! And how I wish spring would not slaughter him again! Alas, it is not to be.