Midwinter

Breathing softly deep within her
Arms the sun sit still in winter
Leaves below collapsing season
Calls upon synaptic reason

With every icy exhale new
Breeds frosting of the morning dew
Dark will come earlier this year
But fire leaves us none to fear

Burning softly throughout the night
Lights your face, blanketing your eyes
You nuzzle with me underneath
And touch my face with your long sleeves

My fingers find your hands so cold
The night is young but growing old
We'll slip into the morning's love
When Earth puts on her winter gloves