Winter,
covers the trees,
tenderly with fog,
                    and the flowers,
                    gift their fragrance,
                     to the mist to preserve;
                     like the memory of a lover,
                     forgotten after,
                     an intense season of love.
winter
acts on each one,
differently.
                     she said,
                     winter makes her skin,
                     crave for caresses;
                     she is a tree with secret hunger in winter.
                     I have known that all these years.
"my fruits
need your tender care,
all through the winter days"
she murmurs in my ear.
                           I love winter
                           touching me here and there,
                           like a shy bride, curious but timid.
I sense her tender fingers,
creep on to my body,
under the cover.
I get enraptured
by her  amorous touch.
I wake up and pretend
not to notice the ingression,
as it pleases me so much.