Winter whispered sweet hellos,

   seraphim in perfect tune

   sang a chorus like a dream,

   nocturne of a silver moon.



In the darkest depths of night,

   ghostly crystals kissed the lawn.

   Open your eyes to frosted glass

   and behold an icy dawn.



Nestled somewhere warm and dry,

   I'll be safe from howling winds,

   encased in a soft cocoon

   where numbness ends and love begins.



Tempests take over the night,

    and swallow the helpless day.

    Blizzards fuse the land and sky,

    arctic white to muted gray.



Evanescent rays of gold,

    cherished patches of sunlight

    cascade to the bedroom floor,

    envying Polaris burning bright.



Rime speaks stories as it drips,

   telling tales of its short life.

   Icicles all whisper low

   of the winter's love and strife.