What is it about winter
that strips us bare?
are we trying to blend
with the trees
or become hollow
like the sound of the wind?
i just know it makes me vulnerable
and a slave to my emotions.
im in awe with
the first snow fall
and the way i can see
my breathe in the air
to prove how i am truly alive
although it does fade in time
gets old
much like young love.
i am infatuated with winter
but it's only
a fling
as another portion of the year
will roll around
flowers will grow
around my ribcage
and sunshine
will glow from my skin
i will cater to my emotions
and shape them into positivity.
i will fall into love
with summertime;
freckles and tanlines.
until another portion of the year
rolls around,
and a new piece of me is born.