The cold hits my skin.

My fingers burn in the winter,

my hair blows in the wind.

Drops of snow and rain pour onto me 

I stand still, nobody watching me.

I watch as people run inside to hide from you.

I watch as children run out falling to you.

I watch as you continue your graceful dance.

My eyes are set

on your frightening delicacy.

You make an entrance knowing

it’s your time to shine.

Nine months without you.

Winter,

forever mine.