Winter Faerie

Twirl with me, dance with me, keep me dizzy

with fantasies of a cozy evening inside.

Start me with a flurry, enchant me

with intricacies, each spot an infinity.

Decorate every branch in my forest

with frosty blankets. Help me see

every spot so easy to bury

in larger views. Slow me down.

Let me plummet so I can feel free

like the butterflies let loose inside

of me. But I’ll go like the leaf,

and not the stone.

A flake wandering.

I’ll stay for the squall, if you’ll have me.

I’ll wait one week to get back,

and you’ll wait three.

I’ll cut my hair to fuel the spite in me,

or maybe just to hear it

Louder than the wind

cloaking my screams.

Give me the black and icy, freeze me.

Keep me away and come back for me.

Set me at the misty window

after the sun goes down to dissolve

between the vague shapes and me.

Make it hazy, I don’t need to see.

Quiet the air with thick clouds …

… oh, it’s scary.

You didn’t see the same sparkling sea

glitter as the world turned crystalline

when you couldn’t travel safely.

It was hard to follow when each step filled in

with even more dense snow.

I hurried

past the shadows so excitedly

while they nipped and questioned your sanity.

I let the graupel topple on me,

threatening to cover me entirely.

But I’ve built whole worlds with the snow

given to me, only to be melted

to once again nourish me.