A winters romance

I stand at my window
and gaze-

she pirouettes through the air
swirling her naked charm as she
dances through the door of autumn

along branches, chilly fingertips
sweep the remaining golden hearts
from wooded sleeves.

swooning the countryside
with a scintillating glow;
she weaves her winter dress
through the forest rubbing
shoulders with mighty evergreens.

she salutes their
mulish beauty.

with a soft rimy shimmer
she primes their leafy splendour
as they carry her through

spider webs catch-
her lips as they breeze past
leaving a suspended icy
print of her kiss

she ruffles her hair playfully
snowflakes gently begin to fill
the air and fall before me as
I freeze in a moment of romance

I could almost feel her breath
pressing against the pane of glass
begging me to let her in;
from out of the cold