In this stark white world
I come to greet you
through fallen snow
that drifts to change the land I know
You see me bundled to the brim and wonder
what a girl is doing out here without a proper coat.
So you come closer
so I can bury my face in yours, thick and full
grown long to keep the cold at bay.
I breathe in the dust and sun and sweat–
the pieces of summer you’ve kept in your skin.
No, I have no coat like this.
Your mane is the wind,
Your breath the sweet green grass,
nose still the warmest touch…
your ears the slightest noise
I’m the only sound you hear
now look me in the eyes
so I can see the life we lived…
before the winter white set in