She awakes with the first cold breeze, a sigh flows from her lips, kissing Fall goodbye, as if it were a lover longing to hang on, still it dies.
Winter was, is and will ever be just for her.
Time to explore and implore her favorite hobby, bringing people together.
Make no mistake if you cross her it will be more than just your warmth she will take.
You will never see her coming for she dances within the long shadows of the short days.
If you insist on making her cross I would think twice otherwise, watch out for that black ice.
But if you listen carefully you will hear her song within the cold breeze, a soft lullaby so beautiful all the sleeping creatures sigh.
If you are like me and can see the beauty in a snowflake then Lady Winter is yours to take and lovingly embrace…