O, winter.
A force I cannot fight.
Tell myself that it's not cold.
That the flakes don't blur my vision.
Yet i wouldn't rather drink
every light and lovely drop
Such a beautiful frost
you plague on the tip of my nose.
You come from something
so much farther than I can even imagine
appear from the heavens
float to me by magnetic attraction
and leave as fast
and as false
as you came.
