I'm in love 

With even the winter grey.

The cold cloud that pouts 

Briefly on this hill,

Before the wind comes to brisk it away,

I kiss its baby face

And send it away to school.

I'm in love

With even the cold shoulder

Winter offers me.

Its handsome, muscular angle

Has proved its strength 

And carries its burden year after year.

I put a light hand to touch it

As it packs a lunch

And goes to cut wood in the forest.

I'm in love.

The snow is falling

And every kiss falls where it should,

Covering me and leaving

No stone unturned to find

The best of hidden tender skin

To melt in,

And then it stays,

If only, on my side of the bed.

-jenn