You are the winter
When every time we meet, I – I gradually succumb
Slowly, so slowly, you overtake
All at once, I find myself deep within your grasp
The cold tendrils you exude probe and probe
Chilling and killing all traces of my summer
The blanket of you smothers
I cannot escape your season
So long this seems to last as I crack and bend under the weight of your blizzards
And yet, in the ruins of me, signs of spring