When Winter Comes

When Winter Comes

When Winter comes
I will
open my arms and pull her into my embrace
blue lips
white hair
the twinkle in her eye
We will
giggle together over warm tea
admire each other through the window
My frosted friend
has been away too long
We will
catch up on the sled down the hill
mingle before the fire
When Winter comes
I will greet her
With Glee
We are family ❆ Winter and me

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