Monologue of Winter

alluring and intriguing

a falling white it is

grasping a foreign eyes to hold

snatched into a bliss

but truth be told

none could ever stand to stay

in the dryness of the cold

and the stillness of the paler gray

as my presence shine no sun on you

i shall retreat to a land of vain

returning the sky the color of blue

so you shall breath the sun again

but

allow this blanket of white 
to ebb

softly

gently

languidly

almost reluctantly

away into each new breath

just slowly

that even the ticking of a clock seems faster

so slowly
it almost seems like a stillness, or rather
a long stretch of unbudged time

a series of forevers

one after the others

just slowly

melting a flake away

one after another

a furtive egress

then

i shall watch you bloom in Spring

and walk, and ran, and sing, and dance in Summer

but when Fall comes back and fails you

then perhaps,

just perhaps,

perhaps

i will come back to you

and blow the dead leaves away

putting the withering grass to sleep

blanketing the whole world anew

making the world seemingly pure

where there are just false pretenses

of a striking beauty and meaning

yet none to grasp or to hold

the existence of the non-existence

much like the cold

it is there

but it is not

as the perpetual cycle of nature continues

my only wish for you is but one

for you to be in Summer

forever