Winter Is A Lover Of Mine.

Winter Is A Lover Of Mine.

If you let her, Winter will creep into your bones and inspire an ache in them that is unmistakably her. Though, for all her fury she can be so still.

She covers the world in quiet. A darkness creeps with her that calms the soul. When she is settled she shines in the light, crystalizing the earth with white diamonds that steal your breath.

You can not hide from her. She reminds you of every breath you take, allowing you a moment to give thanks for the life force that burns in you. She elongates the night, softly captivating the nocturnal spirits that this season belongs to.

She cocoons the world and forces us into proximity. When I am warmly wrapped in my bed I can feel her laying next to me. The warmth of my home is given meaning by her presence. I feel her silence outside my window and it evokes a serenity in me. 

Winter is a lover of mine. I can play in the skin of her and I am awe struck by the beauty of her falling. She lulls me to sleep, courts me with her mystery, and when she is restless our struggles together are that of epic prose. I have walked against her blistering might, I have been soaked in a storm of her passion. In the past she has crippled my spirit, but she’s also opened my eyes and taught me how to accept warmth in whatever form it happens to take.

I’ve been brought to absolute hush in her tranquility and in it my well runs deepest. She whispers to me only when the world feels like it’s stopped turning, just to make sure I’m listening. She reminds me of the struggle of survival and the beauty that hides in the chaos.

I have her to thank for the fellowship shared with others huddled together by the bite of her will. She binds us together with a soft, glimmering blanket that we cannot ignore. We can see the footprints of those we share this earth with. We all share in the cold and in that we are connected.  Even the trees shine for her, like ivory towers, sheeted in glass, sparkling through the black.

A lover is never as warm as they are when shared with Winter. Desire follows in the wake of her. Lips are more keenly felt, clasped hands burn electric, blood rushes to the skin, bodies pressed together for warmth. She inspires intimacy, she facilitates hidden, blessed, carnality.

Winter is a lover of mine. She forces my strength to become evident, she makes me still, she shows me intimacy, fills me with the urgency of passion, and the need to find the softness and warmth in life.

Welcome my paramour, I’m ready to court you once more. What secrets have you for me this year?