Sister Winter.

Winter arrives, calling my name,
She speaks softly, she asks me to
Welcome her warmly.
Because when she comes near, many shiver,
Many run to hide away,
The heat is comfortable.

She says to me,
"But I am the one who
Brings lovers closer,
They hold each other tight
While my wind blows
Through the air."

So suddenly I see, clearly,
It's my sister winter who
I've waited for so long.

And now, before she goes to leave,
She gifts me,
With snow which sinks so light,
While the bright moon is
Hid from sight.

She gifts me with a chill,
Some bumps beneath my skin.
I told her I couldn't wait
To see her once more.
And then she disappears,
Just as quickly as she arrived.

-A