Under the Winter Rain, with Her...

Up she stares,

Through the cold dry air;

To the blank grey skies,

Where hardly a bird flies.

Tired trees - - naked,

For only warm nests - - the bird's blanket;

Acknowledges the season - - with her visible breath,

As she watched - - layered with all she has.

Every step on the polished ground,

Everytime she looks around;

Is complete with little crystals of white - - drops of snow,

Even the sun is cushioned by the fog below.

And then comes the wind's brushes,

With lovely palms, she self-embraces;

Belittle her thick fabrics,

Make up her pinkish cheeks.

From time to time,

With her eyes - - they sublime;

Stares at him,

With the needing seem.

Catching them and her feminine being,

Is when his icy feeling;

Melts - - starts clinging,

Calming her numb hands becomes his...so wanting.