Snowicide
They’re calling for more snow
to fall from up above.
But that’s ok, my frosty fellow –
I’ve got your flattened metal love.
O yuki-onna
Your countenance, aloof and cold,
serves to draw me towards your side,
so enthralled and lost within your hold
that I curled up at your feet and died.
Faster! Deeper!
As I look outside my walls,
I survey a scene in white.
The world buried in snowfall
with still no end in sight.
Cabin fever
I still like winter. I think, however, it was more fun as a kid.
Nostalgia
A flurry of white tugs at my memories and pulls out my smile.
A (wise) man of two faces 