She came last night; it had been a while.
I missed her at first, too busy fighting
Zombies and saving the world.
Her calling card of white blankets and
Grey sky fired the child in me.
Visions of snowball fights
And snowmen drew me outside.
Her icy breath welcomed me, burning
My throat and nostrils, silencing
Those in her presence.
She pulled me to the floor,
My arms and legs jerked in joy.
We played for hours, caressing,
Sliding, cavorting, until her
Burning touch forced me away.
Green pools appeared on her silken dress.
She started to withdraw.
Frantic, I grabbed what remained.
I hope she returns soon.