Happy First Day of Winter

And in good show, it was chilly and blustery this morning.

Showing off her power with restraint - proving once again that she could strip away our clothes and kill us with her icey glare if she wanted to.

Oh, Winter, you savage spinster, you.

You'll never win a companion if you continue to be as bitter and heartless as you show yourself to be.

Is it jealousy?

Wanting of Summer's warm love-filled days, Spring's sweet aromas and impressive storms, Fall's magnificent color and gentle moments as your darkness draws ever closer?

Is it spite?

Attempting to prove your independence when your actions betray you and only reveal your sadness of love lost?

Fear?

Are you too frightened to admit your vulnerabilities?

Oh Winter, you harsh soul. Both your beauty and your yearning are whispered in the silence after a heavy blanket of snow is laid down.

You cradle us in your cold,

Welcoming us to draw closer,

and you hold us, tighter

and tighter until we draw

our

last

breath.