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 fire the child in me.
Visions of snowball fights
And snowmen draw me outside.

Her icy breath burns
My throat and nostrils.
In the surrounding silence
She pulls me to the floor,

Arms and legs jerk in joy.
We play for hours, caressing,
sliding, cavorting, until her
burning touch forces me away.

Green pools appear
on her silken dress.
She starts to withdraw.
Frantic, I grab what remains.

© Davy D 2016