Rattles the ribs,

Chills the bones,


Breaks through the barrier of flesh

Sticking its knife like fingers


Into my skin,

Like a fresh baby.


I welcome the chill

But not without him


Nipping my nose

Hastily raising the hairs


On my whole self.

Leaves swirl around my feet


His way to greet me

As I happily let him in.


My eyes close,

Like a rose does when


She sleeps,

Against the powerful winds


But I force them open to welcome

The cold.


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