Winter girl

In her, I find the quiet solace of a snowflake touching down

And the refuge of warmth kept inside the blanket

Beside her, I feel the years-forgotten early-morning excitement of

Seeing the sun reflect off the school-cancelling sheet of whiteness

Through the slats of my window’s blinds

Through her, I know that the season has changed

The season of sweat, work, and suffering

Gone, gone, and I feel the shudder of anticipation–

A chill in the air

But with her, constantly

I can see through the previously enveloping darkness

Of the world

Like a great row of streetlights

Showing me the path

But gently

She knows, like the season,

How to guide me to my fire

Not by fear, but the desire for comfort–

The fire needed to ease my mind

Guiding, guiding

But not revealing

She knows, like the season,

How long I’ve waited 

On my own

I wonder why, without her,

It took so much for me to realize

That the change I need

Won’t come from someone, like her,

Or something

The Change will be from me

Would I have found this revelation 

Without her?

It’s possible.

With her?

It was destined to be.

Can you see

My winter girl?