A Girl Named Winter, Snow & Ice

Preface:Merry Giftmas every body! I wish you all a happy holiday of your choice and my gift for you is this winter themed poem I wrote a few years back but never really published or finished.Enjoy! Ho ho ho, lads, lasses, and punks.

"Winter"Burning in my mind like a cinder.
Shining within my mind like a jewel.

Within the mind of this poor fool.

The wind swept snow.

I watch her go.

My spine gets chills.

My heart gets thrills.

I stand entranced,as she continues to dance-sweeping over the hills.

Many names, by which she can go.

Many simply call her "Snow".

Rather a princess than a queen.

With her crown of frost.

And her dress pristine.

Once I awoke, long ago.

Through the window.

Then I first saw snow.

She was so fair.

On the ground, in the air.

I went outside."Snow" was everywhere.

I was simply standing, watching in no haste.

Wanting to kiss, wanting a taste.

Kind and gentle, she did descend.

Over the cities and farms.

Soon, I found myself in her arms.

That morning a fool was disarmed.

Though "Winter's" side of "Snow" is quite nice.

I like her just as well, when she is "Ice"

She is daring and bold.

As well as smooth and cold.

She is collected and cool.

And has little time for the fool.

Who has all the time in the world.

But with the fool she's not done.

They've yet to have more fun.

Dancing upon a mirrored floor.

She knows the score.

That he still wants more.

Together they fall and slide.

Walk and glide.

Doing whatever they dare.

Though She's afraid to care.

Afraid to give too much.

To one as such, as he.

As a child he loved "Snow".

As young man, he pined for "Ice".

All in all "Winter" thought him to be quite nice.

She thought "It's a pity"

"That I and he"

"Couldn't possibly"

"Ever really, be"

"Can't he see?"

The fools reply was simply this.

We have embraced.

We've shared a kiss.

I've seen you descend.

Though I knew this dream would have to end.

But would you...Could you...Grant one boon perchance?

May we still dance?

For that, once a year.

I will not shed a tear.

Heed me, your fellow.

To all the scores of fools.

For you may care for "Winter"

"Winter" cares not for you.

Run! I give you a head start!

So she will not also break your heart.

Though I know she will never be mine.

I will think of those happy times.

And regret, not a thing.

For I have seen her dance.

And have heard her sing.

In her embrace I did know bliss.

Only matched when we first kissed.

Of all the seasons, I loved "Winter" the most.

For her I offer this as a toast.

To her my Muse, my Aphrodite.

And for the readers enjoyment.

The Weak and the Mighty.

~Fin~