When the summer dripped through my fingers
Like the last drops
Of the ocean on my skin
he smiled at me, a sweet and warm smile,
And whispered
"Love my sweet Winter for me"

So the cold winds approached
And the leaves withered, died, and were cast away
And Winter mourned
Knowing the deaths written because of her name

But I, following the whispered guidance of my favourite passing time,
Embraced the
cold nights wrapped in warmth
the icy winds pushing me closer to those near to my heart
the harsh tear drops which refreshed, replenished, revived my dry and barren soul

And Winter, noticing the love
Warmed up a little each day
And on her last day
Breathed a warm sigh

And whispered, "I love you, and thank you for loving me"