winter things
By  Annette Marie Hyder
Previously published in Empowerment4Women Magazine

you think of cold and ice
bare branches and black skies
tracks that get lost in the snow

i think of stars to find my way by
flames that lick the night away
the softness of your skin, of your fur,
of your sighs

i will help you dig
so that we can
burrow in together
for the winter season

you will bring me branches
of ice, as beautiful as diamonds
which will melt
but i will have had them
for a while

and when the snow has melted
all paths will lead to the river
but you wont see me there

look to the sky and the horizon
i will be wearing wings
the ones you gave me
and i will take you with me