Oh, Winter!
You came just in time.
I was just picking up the leftovers from my afternoon tea with Autumn.
I have just collected the leaves
and glued them to the crunchy paper
of a notebook.
I have finishied
labeling them meticulously
with a black
thin
ball point pen.
And the notebook is placed
on a shelf of comfort and laughter.
And I have begun
referring to it as a closed chapter.
Now, tell me...
What will it be?
I see you've brought
delicate, silver snowflakes.
Shall I melt them into the hot cocoa
or shall I bring out the silver tupperware so we can dissect them?
Shall we be dining next to the fireplace?
Or shall we be dining out in the blizzard?
Please do tell me all the stories you carry for this season!