I love more easily In the winter, When the only sun Is a smile, And any lack of warmth Belongs to everyone.
I love more easily In the cold, With the frost and the rain, When all my winter Sweats and sweaters Make me feel better About myself, Than in the summer, When there are no excuses Not to go out and make hay.
I wonder if I'm an ice queen, Reveling in the ****** weather, Or just an introvert who likes sleet And the warmth of your company even better?