My eyes fogged over when winter called.
It was a late Sunday night when she threw herself into our lives once again.
I woke up the next morning with bricks falling down my back,
and a temperature indecipherable on a thermometer.
She kicked at me, and bruised my ears and scratched my nose.
I shrugged her off told her goodbye.
But winter does what winter wants, and winter wants to stay.
So, I said okay, but don’t impose,
you beautiful season.
(hating and loving and loving some more)